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Kile vecut dans 1* angoisse, et mourut dans le travail; 
mais elle eut de la gloire, et elle fut aimee. 

l^olu sht Itft us. 

jiET having been my privilege to be with H. P. H. during her last illness, 
(^ and at the moment of her death, I have been asked to contribute my 
share to the *' Memories" which have been wTitten for the benefit of the 
brother and sister Theosophists, who being far away have not had the 
advantage of seeing and l^ing with H. P. B. constantly. 

It was on Tuesday, the 21st of April, that I went to stay at Head- 
quarters for the few days, which, owing to the unexpected events that 
followed, turned into a visit of some weeks. H. P. H. seemed in her usual 
state of health, and on Thursday, the 23rd, attended the Lodge and 
remained chatting with the friends w'ho surrounded her for some time after 
the proceedings of the evening were over ; she then adjourned to her room 
where, according to their habit, members who live at Headquarters followed 
to sit with her while she took her coffee before retiring for the night. The 
following day, Friday, passed quietly over, giving no warning that a 
fortnight from that date our beloved H. P. B. would leave us. The next 
evening, Saturday, she was very bright. Dr. Mennell called and was 
perfectly satisfied with her condition. My sister, Mrs. Cooper-Oakley, and I, 
with one or two others, remained talking with her until eleven o'clock, when 
she retired with a cheery *' Good night all ", apparently in her usual health. 
The next morning, however, H. P. B.'s maid came early to my room to tell 
me she had passed a very restless night and had been seized with shivering 
attacks. 1 went down shortly after, and the first glance shewed me that 
she w^as evidently in a high state of fever. . The doctor was imme- 
diately sent for, and the day passed with H. P. B. alternately in a 
heavy sleep, or in a state of restlessness. Late in the afternoon Dr. 
Mennell came, pronounced the illness to be influenza ; the fever was very 
high, her temperature being 105. Fearing the probable complications 
which might ensue owing to H. P. B.'s chronic illness, Dr. Mennell at once 
took a serious view of her case and said she must have with her, during the 
night, a responsible member of the household in addition to her maid, it 
being of the utmost importance that both medicine and food should be 
given punctually. The duty fell on me, for the Countess Wachtmeister being 

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engaged in business all day could not sit up during the night, and my sister 
was not permitted by Dr. Mennell to do so, owing to the fact that in 
addition to being engaged in business she had recently been very ill. 

From that memorable Sunday night, April 2r)th, began the succession 
of misfortunes, the illness of one member of the household after another, 
which culminated in the passing away of our beloved H. P. B. The hours 
slowly passed in alternations of restlessness and sleep, and with '.!..^ 
morning came little or no change for the better. H. P. H. had her large 
armchair brought from her sitting room and placed by her bed, that she 
might be able to gain a little ease by changing from one position to another. 
Though feeling very ill she asked to be told all that was going on, and was 
concerned on hearing that another member, Mr. Sturdy, had also been taken 
ill w'ith influenza ; when it was suggested that Mr. Mead should bring him 
to be nursed at Headquarters, she was much pleased and insisted on his 
being sent for at once. 

H. P. H. spent a most suffering day, and w-hen Dr. Mennell came 
early in the evening he was distressed to find the fever was still very high ; 
he changed the medicine, giving a preparation of salycene, it being 
absolutely necessary to reduce the temperature, and decided to call again 
about midnight to see the result ; he left strict orders that before each dose 
the temperature should be carefully taken, for in the event of a sudden fall 
taking place it would have been dangerous to continue the medicine. 
Before he came again that night a third dose fell due, but owing to the 
decrease in H. P. B.'s temperature, I felt justified in not giving ii, 
especially as the discomforts incidental to the drug were beginning to cause 
her much uneasiness. And it was a relief, when Dr. Mennell came, to find 
the right course had been taken, for he was satisfied with her condition. 
She passed a fairly quiet night, and on Tuesday morning the fever 
had almost gone; that day and the following night all seemed going 
on w'ell, for though the weakness was very distressing, no complications had 
as yet appeared, and she was able to take plenty of nourishment. 
Towards the end of Thursday the 30th, H. P. ]\. began to siifier very much 
from ner throat, and as the hours went by she had increasing difficulty in 
swallowing; her cough became very troublesome and her breathing very 
laboured. On Friday morning she was no better, and when Dr. Mennell 
arrived he found a (juinsy had formed in the right side of the throat ; hoi 
poultices were applied and some relief was gained. During the evening 
tlie quinsy broke, and when Dr. Mennell came again he' was comparatively 
satisfied with H. P. B.'s condition. The improvement, however, was not of 
long duration ; a bad night followed, and in the morning it became 
apparent there was a second formation in the throat. This proved to be 
an abscess on the bronchial tube. A wretched day and night succeeded 
and the morning of Sunday, May 3rd, found H. P. B. very ill indeed, for 
the pain of sw^allowing made it very difficult for her to take the necessary 

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amount of nourislinient, and her weakness increased in consequence. 
Monday and Tuesday passed in much the same manner ; the abscess 
disappeared, but the bronchial tubes being much affected, the difficulty in 
i)reathing still continued, and almost constant fanning had to be kept up to 
relieve the dreadful oppression from which she was suffering. How bravely 
slie struggled against her illness only those who were with her can realise. 
On Wednesday, the 6th May, she partially dressed and walked into the 
sitting-room, remained there for her luncheon, resting for some time on the 
sofa ; in the evening Dr. Mennell found her going on fairly well, all fever 
had entirely left her, but the great weakness and the difficulty in breathing 
caused him considerable anxietv. Several times H.P.B. told Dr. Mennell 
she felt she was dying, and that she could not keep up the struggle much 
longer ; but he, knowing the illnesses she had previously conquered, did 
not give up hope ; indeed, I may say this feeling was shared throughout 
the house, for though we realized how seriously ill H.P.B. was, we could 
not believe she would leave us. 

One bad symptom w-as that from the hrst daysof her illness, H.P.B. lost 
all desire for smoking her cigarettes, and though, when the fever left her, she 
tried to begin again it gave her no pleasure and she finally threw up the 
attempt. It had always been her custom to roll a few cigarettes for Dr. 
Mennell when he called, and all through her illness she never failed to 
liave some ready ; sometimes in the course of the morning, with many a 
pause, she would succeed in rolling one or two, and later when she became 
too weak to roll the cigarettes herself either Mr. Mead or Mr. Wright was 
called for that purpose. That Wednesday night was the turning point in 
her illness; about midnight a change for the worse took place and for an 
hour or two it seemed as if H.P.B. must go ; she had no perceptible pulse, 
and it seemed almost impossible for her to get breath. After a time the 
attack passed off; she became a little easier, and for the time the danger 
passed. Very early on Thursday morning Mr. Wright went for Dr. Mennell, 
who returned with him and remained for some time to watch the effect of 
the medicine he gave — during the day H.P.B. rallied and about three in 
the afternoon dressed, and with very little assistance w-alked into thd* sitting 
room ; when there she asked for her large armchair to be brought her and 
while it was being placed in its old position near her wTiting table, she 
stood merely leaning slightly against the table. The chair was turned 
facing into the room and when H.P.B. was sitting in it she had her card 
table with the cards drawn in front of her, and she tried to '* make a 
patience " ; notwithstanding all these brave efforts it was quite apparent 
that she was suffering intensely, and that nothing but her powerful will 
could have sustained her in the struggle ; the intense difficulty in breathing 
had brought a strained pathetic expression into H.P.B.'s dear face most 
pitiful to see, and it seemed to show even more when she attempted any 
return to her old habits. Dr. Mennell came shortly after 5 o'clock 

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and was much surprised to find her sitting up, and he congratulated 
her and praised her courage; she said, ** I do my best, Doctor"; her 
voice was hardly above a whisper and the effort to speak was exhaust- 
ing, as her breath was very short, but she was less deaf and liked to 
hear conversation. She handed Dr. Mennell a cigarette she had managed 
with difficulty to prepare for him ; it was the last she ever made. After a 
little time Dr. Mennell asked H.P.B. if she would mind seeing his partner 
Dr. Miller, and allowing him to listen to her chest ; she consented, he came 
in at once, and the examination took place ; a consultation was held, and 
then Dr. Mennell called Mrs. Oakley and myself to hear Dr. Miller's 
opinion. He considered H.P.B.'s condition very serious, owing to the 
bronchitis from which she was suffering and her extreme weakness ; he 
advised a tablespoonful of brandy every two hours, the quantity to be 
increased if necessary. This change in the treatment was at once made, 
and it seemed to produce a good effect. Shortly after Dr. Mennell left 
H.P.B. returned to her bedroom and her chair was once again placed 
beside her bed ; she was very tired, but asked as usual after the other 
invalids, particularly wishing to know if there w^as a good Lodge Meeting. 
The night that followed, her last with us, was a very suffering one ; owing 
to the increased difficulty in breathing H.P.B. could not rest in any 
position ; every remedy was tried without avail, and finally she was obliged 
to remain seated in her chair propped with pillows. The cough almost 
ceased, owing to her great exhaustion, though she had taken both medicine 
and stimulant with regularity. About 4 a.m. H.P.B. seemed easier, and 
her pulse was fairly strong, and from that time until I left her at 7 o'clock 
all went quietly and well. My sister then took my place, while I went for 
a few hours' rest, leaving word for Dr. Mennell to give me his opinion ol 
H.P.B. when he called. This he did shortly after nine, and his report was 
satisfactory ; the stinmlant was having a good effect and the pulse stronger ; 
he saw no cause for immediate anxiety, advised me to rest a few hours, 
and told my sister she could go to her business. About 1 1.30 1 was aroused 
by Mr. Wright, who told me to come at once as H.P.B. had changed for 
the worse, and the nurse did not think she could live many hours ; directly 
I entered her room I realised the critical condition she was in. She was 
sitting in her chair and 1 knelt in front of her and asked her to try and take 
the stimulant ; though too weak to hold the glass herself she allowed me to hold 
it to her lips, and she managed to swallow the contents ; but after that we 
could only give a little nourishment in a spoon. Ihe nurse said H.P.B. 
might linger some hours, but suddenly there was a further change, and when 
1 tried to moisten her lips I siiw the dear eyes were already becoming dim, 
though she retained full consciousness to the last. In life H.P.B. had a 
habit of moving one foot when she was thinking intently, and she continued 
that movement almost to the moment she ceased to breathe. When all 
hope was over the nurse left the room," leaving C. F. Wright, W. R. Old 

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and myself with our beloved H.P.B. ; the two former knelt in front, each 

holding one of her hands, and I at her side with one arm round her 

supported her head ; thus we remained motionless for many minutes, and so 

quietly did H.P.B. pass away that we hardly knew the second she ceased 

to breathe ; a great sense of peace filled the room, and we knelt quietly 

there until, first my sister, then the Countess arrived. I had telegraphed to 

them and Dr. Mennell when the nurse said the end was near, but they were 

not in time to see H.P.B. before she left us. No time was lost in vain 

regrets, we all tried to think and to do what she would have wished under 

the circumstances, and we could only be thankful she was released from her 

suffering. The one ray of light in the darkness of our loss seems to be, 

that had there not been the instruments in the Society to carry on the work 

she would not have left us. She has bequeathed to us all as legacy the 

care of the Society she founded, the service of the cause to which her life 

was given, and the depth of our love and our loyalty will be measured by the 

strenuousness of our work. 

Laura M. Cooper, F.T.S. 

W\}t €xtmation. 

"J HE quiet of Headquarters early on Monday morning, May nth, was 
remarkable. There was no hurry, nothing to show that anything 
unusual was to take place, except the serious faces of the residents and the 
constant receipts of telegrams. Shortly before lo a number of Theosophists 
arrived, and together with those of the staff who had not the immediate 
direction of affairs, stood waiting in a double line in the hall and covered 
way. With quiet order the transfer was duly effected and the simple 
hearse started for Waterloo Station, accompanied by three members, the 
others finding their way to the station as they pleased, it being the 
repeatedly expressed wish of H.P.B. that no show or parade of any kind 
should be made over her body. 

At Waterloo were many familiar faces, though not so many as there 
would have been had the notice been longer, as the many letters of regret 
for enforced absence testified. To an outsider who did not understand the 
spirit that animated the assembled Theosophists, and who had never 


regarded death as a mere change and the body as simply a garment, the 
absence of all mourning and the usual funeral paraphernalia must have 
caused some surprise. But to all of us present there seemed an appropri- 
ateness in making the last act in the drama of so unconventional a life in 
harmony with the rest. 

The way from the Woking station to the Crematorium led through a 
length of pleasant sunlit lanes, arched over with new-born leaves, and the 
beauty of a glorious May morning brightened the grief which even the 

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calmest-minded felt, for it takes many incarnations to ** kill the heart " and 
lose all preference for the personality. Indeed on that particular morning 
nature showed herself in one of her happiest moods and seemed to smile a 
joyous farewell to the body of one of her dearest and most wondrously 
endowed children. 

The Officers of the Society and the Headquarters Staff surrounded the 
flower-decked l>ier, and all remainedin deepest silence while (j. R. S. Mead, 
the (ieneral Secretary of the European Section, and IVivate Secretary to 
H.P.B. for the past two years, standing at the head, read the following 
address : — 

Friends and Brother Theosophists, 

H. P. Blavatsky is dead, but H.P.B., our teacher and friend, is alive, 
and will live forever in our hearts and memories. In our present sorrow, 
it is this thought especially that w-e should keep ever before our minds, it 
is true that the personality we know as H. P. Blavatsky will be witli us no 
longer ; but it is equally true that the grand and noble individuality, the 
great soul that has taught all of us men and women to live purer and more 
unselfish lives, is still active. 

The Theosophical Society, which was her great work in this incarna- 
tion, still continues under the care and direction of those great living 
Masters and Teachers whose messenger she was, and whose work she will 
resume amongst us at no distant period. 

Dear as the personality of H.P.B. is to us, to many of whom she took 
the place of a dearly loved and reverenced mother, still we must remember 
that, as she has so often taught us, the personality is the impermanent part 
of man's nature and the mere outer dress of the real individuality. 

The real H.P.B. does not lie here before us. The true self that 
inspired so many men and women in every quarter of the earth with a 
noble enthusiasm for suffering humanity and the true progress of the race, 
combined with a lofty ideal of individual life and conduct, can in the mind 
of no Theosophist be confounded with the mere physical instrument which 
served it for one brief incarnation. 

Fellow Theosophists, the duty that lies before us, her pupils and 
friends, is plain and simple. As we all know so well, the one great purpose 
of our teacher's life in this her present incarnation, a purpose which she 
pursued with such complete unselfishness and singleness of motive, was to 
restore to mankind the knowledge of those great spiritual truths we to-day 
call Theosophy. 

Her unvarying fidelity t<j her great mission, from which neither 
contumely nor misrepresentation ever made her swerve, was the key-note 
of her strong and fearless nature. To her who knew so w^ell its true and 
inner meaning, Theosophy was an ever-present pow^er in her life, and she 
was ceaseless in her endeavours to spread the knowledge of the living 

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trutlis of which she had such full assurance, so that by their ever-widening 
influence the wave of materiality in Science and Religion might l>e 
checked, and a real and lasting spiritual foundation laid for the true 
progress and brotherhood of mankind. 

With such an example before us, then, our duty as Theosophists is 
clear. We must continue the work that H.P.B. has so nobly commenced, 
if not with her power — which to us is as yet impossible — at least with an 
enthusiasm, self-sacrihcc and determination such as alone can show our 
gratitude to her and our appreciation of the great task she has committed 
to us. 

We nmst, therefore, each individually take up our share of that task. 
Theosophy is not dead because to-day we stand by H. P. B.'s dead body. 
It lives and must live, because Truth can never die; but on us, the up- 
holders of this Truth, must ever rest the heaviest of all responsibilities, the 
effort so to shape our own characters and lives that that truth may be there- 
by commended to others. 

Most fortunately for all of us, H. P. B. leaves the work on a firm foun- 
dation and fully organized. In spite of failing health and bodily pain, our 
beloved leader to the very last moments of her life continued her unceasing 
exertions for the cause we all love so well. Never did she relax one 
moment from her vigilance over its interests, and she repeatedly impressed 
upon those who surrounded her the principles and methods by which the 
work was to be carried on, never contemplating for one instant that the 
death of her body could be any real hindrance to the performance of the 
duty which would then more than ever be incumbent on every earnest 
member of the Society. This duty, which lies so clearly before us, and of 
which H. P. B. has set us so striking an example, is to spread the know- 
ledge of Theosophy by every means in our power, especially by the influence 
of our own lives. 

Much as we love and reverence our leader, our devotion to the work 
must not rest on the transient basis of affection for a personality, but on 
the solid foundation of a conviction that in Theosophy itself, and in it alone, 
are to be found those eternal spiritual principles of right thought, right 
speech and right action, which are essential to the progress and harmony of 

We believe that if H. P. B^ could stand here in the body and speak to 
us now, this would be her message to all the members of the Theosophical 
Society, not simply to those who are present, but to all who without dis- 
tinction of race, creed, or sex, are with us in heart and sympathy to-day. 
She would tell us as she has told many of us already, that a ** clean life, an 
open mind, a pure heart, an eager intellect, an unveiled spiritual percep- 
tion, a brotherliness for all, a readiness to give and receive advice and in- 
struction, a courageous endurance of personal injustice, a brave declaration 
of principles, a valiant defence of those who are unjustly attacked, and a 

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constant eye to the ideal of human progression and perfection which the 
Sacred Science depicts — these are the golden stairs up the steps of which 
the learner may climb to the Temple of Divine Wisdom." 

And now in silence we leave the body of our teacher and go back to 
the every-day world. In our hearts we shall ever carry with us her memory, 
her example, her life. Every Theosophical truth that wc utter, every 
Theosophical effort that w-e make, is one more evidence of our love for her, 
and what should be greater even than that, of our devotion to the caiise for 
which she lived. To that cause she was ever true — to that truth let none 
of us be ever false. 

A brief silence succeeded, and then the vehicle that bore the body of 
the greatest of the Theosophists passed throu^ the folding doors of the 
Crematorium. Nothing could have been simpler. No ceremony, no pomp 
or pageantry, no distressing signs of emotion or useless mourning ; and yet 
the last act of honour to our great leader's body was far from being without 
its impressiveness ; and the scene at Woking will ever live in the memories 
of the spectators, who could not fail to sense the grave seriousness 
of the occasion, the deep and suppressed feelings of the mourners, 
and the determination shown in the set faces of those who work for 

Two hours afterwards the urn containing the ashes of our beloved 
teacher's body was reverently received, and carried back to Headquarters 
and placed in her own rooms, thus terminating a very eventful day for the 
Theosophic world. 

Yes ; that last farewell to H. P. B.'s recent garment of flesh marks an 
important epoch in the annals of the Theosophical Society, and a new point 
of departure for increased effort and exertion. 

In the hearts of those who are endeavouring to make Theosophy a real 
factor in their lives, there nmst remain an overwhelming sense of gratitude 
to her who has inspired them with the wmU to do so ; and this sense of 
gratitude, love and respect will never be content until it can find fit ex- 
pression. No material memorial, nothing that money can purchase, will 
ever be judged a sufficient tribute to her memory. There is but one way 
in w-hich the debt can be paid, and that is by making the Theosophical 
Society a world-wide success and Theosophy known throughout the whole 
globe. The work to be done is one not only of head and hands but also of 
heart, the well-spring of all right actions and the real magnet-point of our 
humanity. The tremendous burden of responsibility that lay so heavily on 
H. F. B., but which she so gladly bore for the Society, nmst now be shared 
among ourselves. No longer can H. P. B. stand as a ** buffer ", as she 
herself phrased it, to the Society and be the scape-goat of all its short- 
comings. While she lived, every mistake and wrong-doing of those who 
surrounded her were set down to H. P. B. and she had to bear the 
blame for all. This is now no longer possible. Tiic Theosophical 

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Society and each of its members must stand upon their own merits, and the 
day of vicarious atonement is past. If the world is to respect Thcosophy, 
we must make it first of all respect the Theosophical Society, both for its 
labours for others and for the immediate good it does to those who come 
within its pale. We must teach and exemplify : teach what Theosophy is 
in plain and simple words, and exempHfy its redeeming power by our right 
conduct in all the affairs of life. 

He alone is a true Theosophist who develops all his higher faculties 
and learns to sense the ** fitness of things", their underlying harmony, on 
all occasions. Right thought, right feeling, right speech, right judgment 
and right action are the signs of such an one, and will indubitably lead to 
that consummation of brotherhood which we have before us as o\ir ideal. 

Let us, then, who would fairly earn the title of Theosophist, see well to 
this and follow the example of H. P. B. in sacrificing ourselves for the good 
of others. 

" As a mother, even at the risk of her own life, protects her son, her 
only son : so let there be goodwill without measure among all beings. Let 
goodwill without measure prevail in the whole world, above, below, around, 
unstinted, unmixed with any feeling of differing or opposing interests. If a 
man remain steadfastly in this state of mind all the while he is awake, 
whether he be standing, walking, sitting, or lying down, then is come to 
pass the saying * even in this world happiness has been found '."'•' 

G. K. S. Mead, F.T.S. 


^t Jielti 5|ork sub Mtir^btirg. 

\*A Y earliest acquaintance with H. P. B. dates from the autumn of the 


■h^ year 1877, when I took advantage of a three months' leave of 
absence from my duties in England to seek her out in New York. The 
Spiritualist movement, with which I was officially connected, was at that 
time in full swing, and the appearance of Col. Olcott's book, People from 
Aiwther Worlds was making a great stir, chiefly on account of the strange 
occurrences therein reported as taking place in Vermont, through the 
mediumship of the Eddy brothers. The part of the book which attracted 
me however, was that in which Col. Olcott related the appearance on the 
scene of the Russian lady lately arrived from the East, and whose 
explanation of the phenomena was widely different from that generally 
received. As soon as I learned the address of Madame Biavatsky from the 
American Spiritualist journals, 1 wrote to her, and it was in consequence 
of our correspondence that I was induced to visit America. 

Our first introduction was a singular one. I was staying at some 
distance from \\'ost 34th Street, where H. P. B. was then residing, and 

* Meita Sutta quoted in Rhys David's " Buddhism *'. 

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one afternoon, soon after my arrival, I went to call on her. After ringing 
three times in vain, I was about to turn away in despair, when the door 
was opened by H. P. B. herself! Having already exchanged photographs, 
recognition was mutual, and my welcome the heartiest imaginable. We 
went up to the flat on the second floor, and who that has ever known 
H. P. B. will fail to understand how hospitable was her reception, and how 
when Col. Olcott returned from the City, I was already quite at home. I 
could not remain then, for I was leaving New York the next day on a little 
tour to Niagara and elsewhere ; but on my return three weeks later, I spent 
five weeks with H. P. B., until I finally left for England. 

Just at that time Isis Unveiled was going through the press, and many 
were the happy hours I spent correcting proof-sheets and discussing the 
problems put forward in that marvellous book. These are personal details 
and seem too trivial to be recorded ; yet how lovingly does the mind linger 
round the smallest incident, and try to recall, in the light of after events, 
the minutia of those precious opportunities, too little valued at the time ! 
While the intellectual work was going on, -and details connected with 
printing and publishing had to be attended to, there were perhaps fewer of 
the so-called '* phenomena " which were frequent in those early days of the 
Theosophical Society ; but what phenomenon could well be greater than 
the production of H. P. B.'s monumental works, in a language and country 
foreign to her, unless it were the union in one individual of such great 
knowledge, such spiritual wealth, with so much geniality and consideration 
for the meanest brother or sister who showed aspiration for truth or 
goodness, so much sympathy and. ready help in difficulties of every kind, 
material as well as psychical and spiritual. 

When I consider how few of the teachings of Theosophy as since given 
to the world were then unfolded, 1 am amazed to think how one mind could 
contain them all w^ithout making them know^n. But the time had not yet 
come. The encounter in those days was largely with those who were 
engaged in the investigation of modern spiritualism, as the pages of /sis 
plainly show, and it was some years before the world, even the world to 
whom Madame Blavatsky's writings chiefly appealed, was aware of the full 
brilliance of that meteor which had shot from the lilastern across the 
Western sky. How many more years will yet elapse before a tithe of her 
teachings become common property ? We shall see. The charm of her 
personal presence, her brilliant conversation, her sallies of wit and humour, 
her infinite variety which no custom could ever stale, never failed from the 
first to draw around her endless numbers of visitors and acquaintances, 
besides the friends who knew something of her real worth. But it was 
only those who lived with her constantly, or for any length of time together, 
and who had occasional glimpses of the real self behind the fluctuating 
exterior, who could know how true and large, how generous and noble was 
the heart that beat within. 

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Various instances of H. P. B.'s psychical powers occurred while I was 
with her, but most of these are difficult to record, are in fact incom- 
municable. The following is, however, patent to all : — One morning at 
breakfast she told us that she had while asleep seen her nephew killed in the 
war then going on between Russia and Turkey. She described the manner 
of his death-blow, how he was wounded, the fall from his horse and other 
lietails. She requested Col. Olcott and myself to make a note of it, as well 
as the date, and before I left New York full confirmation of the event was 
received in a letter from Russia, all the circumstances corresponding with 
H. P. B's. dream or vision. Duplication of objects was not uncommonly 
practised by H. P. B. at that period, and occurred both in my own 
presence and in that of persons on whose testimony I could perfectly rely. 

It required no special insight to perceive that communication was 
constantly kept up with some distant or invisible minds. Frequent signals 
of various kinds were heard even at the dinner-table, when H. P. B. would 
immediately retire to her own apartment. So familiar were these 
sounds as well as the terms "Masters", and "Brothers", that when 
in after years so much controversy as to their reality took place, even 
among those calling themselves Theosophists, it never occurred to me to 
doubt their existence. 

At this time attacks on H. P. B.'s writings and personal character 
were rife in the American journals, and on my return to England I had to 
encounter almost single-handed the opposition of the English Spiritualists, 
on account of her explanations of their favourite "manifestations". Finally 
I left both the Spirituahst and Theosophical Societies, and did not see 
Madame Blavatsky again for many years ; yet so strong and ineffaceable 
was the impression produced on my mind by her nobleness of character, 
her truthfulness and honesty, that no sooner had I heard of the Report of 
the Psychical Society, than I determined to go to H. P. B., if anywhere 
within reach, if only as a silent protest against the action of those most 
unfair and mis-guided gentlemen, who had endorsed so foul a slander. I 
found her at Wurzburg with the Countess Wachtmeister, writing the Secrei 
Doctrine^ and from that time till H. P. B.'s death our connection has become 
(^ver closer and more binding. 

If these few lines appear egotistical to the reader, I can only ask what 
tribute to the power of spirit can be greater than the declaration that in 
spite of every adverse influence being brought to bear, hers in the end 
became paramount, and is destined to sway those who came under its 
influence to the end of time. 

Each can only speak as he or she has been personally affected ; and 
such egotism, if egotism it be, is but a triumphant verdict in favour of her 
we fain would honour, whose greatest glory was the number of hearts and 
minds she won for the pursuit of truth and virtue. 

Emily Kislingbury, 

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^t Cairo mh ^abras. 

JT^ MPOSSIBLE is it for me, in the short space allotted, to give any 
(^ details of the many deeply interesting times I have spent with our 
beloved Teacher and leader : I will therefore confine myself to the memor- 
able winter of 1884-85, when the much-talked-of Coulomb affair took place. 
It was, without doubt, a momentous crisis in the history of the Theoso- 
phical movement of this century ; and being thus important, details given 
by an eye- witness may be of interest. 

H. P. B. had been staying during the summer with Miss Arundale in 
Elgin Crescent, but left her house to join Mr. Oakley and myself, and 
remained with us until we started for India with her. The house party 
consisted of H. P. B., my sister, Dr. Keightley, Mr. Oakley and myself. 
It was early in November, 1884, that we left Liverpool for Port Said tn route 
for Madras. It had been arranged that we were to go first to Cairo in 
order to get some definite information about the antecedents of the Coulombs, 
who were well known there, as the news of their treachery had already 
reached us some months before, news which H. P. B. had taken very 
calmly. We reached Port Said on the 17th of November, 1884, and there 
remained some few days for Mr. Leadbeater to join us ; on his arrival we took 
the mail boat down the Suez Canal to Ismailia, and then went by train to 
Cairo. Very deeply impressed on my memory is every incident connected 
with that memorable voyage. H. P. B. was a most interesting fellow- 
traveller, her varied information about every part of Egypt was both exten- 
sive and extraordinary. Would that I had space to go into the details of 
that time in Cairo, the drives through the quaint and picturesque bazaars, 
and her descriptions of the people and their ways. Especially interesting 
was one long afternoon spent at the Boulak Museum on the borders of the 
Nile, where H. P. B. astonished Maspero, the well-known Egyptologist, 
with her knowledge, and as we went through the museum she pointed out to 
him the grades of the Initiate kings, and how they were to be known from 
the esoteric side. But I must not linger over these memories of her. 

To run briefly over events, H. P. B. and Colonel Olcott came to 
London from New York in 1878, and after a brief stay in England proceeded 
to Bombay where, at Girgaum, they opened the first Theosophical Head- 
quarters in India and started the Theosophist, Soon after landing in Bombay, 
Madame Coulomb, who had once nursed H. P. B. in Cairo, appeared at 
Headquarters and appealed for assistance. It marks one of the strongest 
traits in our Teacher's character that she never forgot a kindness, however 
trixdal and however unworthy the person who did it. So when Coulomb, 

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with her husband, came half-starved and penniless to H. P. B., they were 
taken into shelter. Madame Coulomb was made housekeeper and Alexis 
Coulomb general manager, as there was a lack of competent help for house- 
hold work. M. Coulomb was by trade a carpenter and mechanic. 

In 1883 Colonel Olcott and H. P. B. made arrangements to visit 
Europe, and the Society's general affairs were turned over to a '* Board of 
Control", the Coulombs having charge of the house and remaining 
especially upstairs, where H. P. B. iised to live. No sooner had H. P. B. 
sailed than the Coulombs shut themselves away in the upper part of the 
house, which had a separate stair-case, and then Alexis Coulomb had over 
six months in which to do all his carpentering work, to make various trap 
doors and sliding panels for use in his conspiracy. They then proceeded to 
the missionaries in Madras, and offered to show them that tricks had been 
done, and they were paid by the missionaries for their pretended disclosures. 
Their plans were a little hurried at the end, owing to the unexpected arrival 
of Mr. William Q. Judge from New York, and the decision of the Board of 
Control to discharge Coulomb. The rough and unfinished condition of the 
trap doors is accounted for by their hurried departure. The Rev. Mr. 
Patterson himself informed Mr. Judge of the payment that had been made 
to the Coulombs. 

Thus far their history ; now to return to our journey. On leaving 
Cairo, H. P. B. and I went straight to Suez. Mr. Oakley remained at 
Cairo to get the documents from the police about the Coulombs; Mr. 
Leadbeater joined us at Suez. After waiting two days for the steamer 
we started for Madras. I am not often thoroughly ashamed of my 
country men and women ; but I confess I had reason to be so during that 
fortnight ; the first pamphlets written by the missionaries were being 
circulated on board ship, and every insulting remark that could be made 
about H. P. B. was heard. That voyage was very unpleasant, but some 
few kindly incidents relieved the general monotony of incivility to our dear 
friend. Col. Olcott and some members met us at Colombo, and we stayed 
there nearly two days, paying some deeply interesting visits to the old 
Buddhist Temples, and one especially charming visit to Sumangala, the 
High Priest, who evidently had a very high respect for H. P. B. We then 
proceeded to Madras. Never shall I forget the quaint picturesqueness of 
our arrival there. A deputation, accompanied by a brass band, came off in 
boats to meet us ; but the sound of the music was somewhat marred by the 
fact that the drop between the waves is so great that sometimes our band 
was on the top of a high roller, and sometimes almost engulfed between 
two big waves. On landing at the pier head there were hundreds to meet 
H. P. B., and we were literally towed by enthusiastic members down the 
pier in a truck, wildly decorated with paper roses, etc., and then surrounded 
by masses of smiling dark faces. She was driven off to Pacheappah's hall, 
where we had garlands of pink roses festooned round us, and were sprinkled 

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somewhat copiously with rose water. Then H. P. B. and I were conducted 
by a Rajah to his carriage and driven off to Adyar. Here the warmest 
welcome awaited her. Members were assembling from all parts of India 
for the approaching Convention ; we went into the large hall and at once 
began discussing the all-absorbing Coulomb case. Col. Olcott then 
informed us that the Society for Psychical Research was sending out a 
member to investigate the matter, and accordingly a few days after, the 
notorious Mr. Hodgson arrived fresh from Cambridge. And now a word on 
this young man. Mr. Hodgson was an Australian by birth, and came to 
England to make his way in the world, and being an enterprising young 
man he was willing to do anything with that end in view. I am quite 
confident that if an older man had come, one with more experience and a 
maturer judgment, the Coulomb affair would have been presented to the 
world in a very different way. It takes a cool head and a just nature to 
side with the minority, and when Mr. Hodgson arrived in India, he found 
the whole Anglo-Indian Community in arms against Madame Blavatsky 
on two principal points — (i) that she was a Russian spy, (2) that she sided 
with the Hindoos against Anglo-Indians, if she thought that the former 
were unjustly treated, and above all had the courage to say so. Now, the 
position of a young man who wanted at once to do the right thing and to 
be popular with the majority, was necessarily very difficult ; and a 
continuous round of dinner parties did not tend to clear his views, 
for he had incessantly poured into his ears a stream of calumny 
against her. The general community hated her for the reasons I 
have given ; and the Missionaries hated her because she was unortho- 
dox and a Theosophist. Mr. Hodgson's investigations were not con- 
ducted with an unbiassed mind, and from hearing everyone say Madame 
Blavatsky was an impostor he began to believe it : after a few interviews 
with Madame Coulomb and the Missionaries we saw that his views were 
turning against the minority. Now his report was not by any means 
accurate, for he omitted some very valuable evidence of phenomena given 
to him by Mr. Oakley and myself. Mr. Hodgson was treated with the 
greatest courtesy and friendliness by H. P. B. and Col. Olcott, and every 
opportunity was afforded him for investigating every hole and corner at 
Adyar ; and yet he preferred, and gave more credence to, the testimony 
of a discharged servant, whose bad character was by that time 
universally known, than to that of H. P. B. and her friends, who had no 
monetary interest in giving their evidence. The trap doors and sliding 
panels had all been made by Coulomb, in H. P. B.'s absence, and his wife 
sold the character of the mistress who had saved her from starvation to the 
Missionaries and forged the letters she showed to them. Any person of 
ordinary intellect and common sense could see that the trap doors and 
sliding panels were quite new, so new as to be immovable, the grooves being 
quite fresh and unmarked by any usage whatever, as Mr. Oaklev and I 

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found when we tried to move the largest sH(Hng door. If we could not do 
so with our combined eftbrts, surely it is ridiculous to think Madame 
l-51avatsky could have used them for conjuring tricks ; the arrangements 
were so bad that anv trick would have been inevitablv discovered. How- 
ever Mr. Hodgson was so bent on being a " success" that these simple 
common-sense facts were disregarded by him. Inmiediately after the con- 
vention was over he left Head(]uarters, and went to live in Madras, until 
his investigations were ended. How often did H. P. 1^. ask him to let her 
see the letters she was supposed to have written, but neither she, nor any 
of her intimate friends, were ever allowed to see them. No one who was 
not on the spot at the time could imagine tlie scandalous injustice with 
which she was treated. The effect of all this worry was that she became 
seriously ill. Col. Olcott had started for Burmah, Mr. Oakley and I were 
comparatively alone with her. Very anxious were the hours and days of 
nursing that I went through those three weeks, as she grew worse and 
worse and was finally given up in a state of coma by the doctors. It 
proves how wonderful was the protective influence of H. P. B., ill or well ; 
for though I was completely isolated with her near the roof of the house, 
an open staircase leading up, hardly a soul within call, yet night after night 
have I wandered up and down the flat roof, to get a breath of fresh air 
between 3 and 4 a.m., and wondered as I watched the daylight break 
over the Bay of Bengal, why 1 felt so fearless even with her lying 
apparently at the point of death ; I never could imagine a sense of fear 
coming near H. P. B. Finally came the anxious night when the doctors 
gave her up, and said that nothing could be done, it was impossible. She 
was then in a state of coma and had been so for some hours. The 
doctors said that she would pass away in that condition, and 
I knew, humanly speaking, that night's watch nmst be the last. 
I cannot here go into what happened, an experience I can never forget ; but 
towards 8 a.m. H. P. B. suddenly opened her eyes and asked for her break- 
fast, the first time she had spoken naturally for two days. I w^ent to meet 
the doctor, whose amazement at the change was very great. H. P. B. said, 
*' Ah ! doctor, you do not believe in our great Masters". From that time she 
steadily improved. The doctor insisted on her being sent to Europe as soon 
as possible; I was unable to go with her, my health having broken down with 
the strain, and I could not stand without crutches. Space fails me, and the rest 
must wait ; but this I must say, in all the years I have known our Teacher 
and friend I have never known her utter one ungenerous word of her 
greatest enemy ; she was the practical personification of charity and forgive- 
ness, and was always ready to give another chance of doing better to any 
one who had failed her. It is said that '* familiarity breeds contempt", but 
it is a striking fact that the more closely and intimately we were united 
to H. P. B. in everyday life, the more did we learn to respect, nay to 
reverence her. A wonderful and mysterious line of demarcation always 


( i8 ) 

surrounded her, severing her inner spiritual life from her outer, and 
apparently ordinary one. Her every moment was devoted to the work she 
had been sent to do ; nothing was too small or minute for her most careful 
attention. She passed away like a sentinel at his post, in the armchair in 
which she taught and wrote —the best and truest of Teachers, the most 
faithful and untiring of Messengers. 

Isabel Cooper-Oakley, F.T.S. 


^t Mur^lnirg an5 (Bstmht. 

fN the month of November, 1885, I went to Wurzburg to visit Madame 
^^^ Blavatsky ; I had met her previously in both France and England, but 
had had only a casual acquaintance with her. I found H. P. B. sick and 
weary of life, depressed both in mind and body, for she knew what a 
and important mission she had to fulfil, and how difficult it was to find those 
who were willing to give themselves up to the carrying out of the noble 
work which w^as her allotted task in life. She used often to deplore the 
indifference of the members of the T.S. in this respect, and she said that if 
she could only raise the veil for one moment, and let them see into the 
future, what a difference it would make ; but each had to work out his own 
Karma and battle through his difficulties alone. 

Madame Blavatsky was settled in comfortable apartments with lofty 
rooms and with the quiet surroundings she so much needed for the 
stupendous work in which she was engaged. Every morning at 6 a.m. she 
used to rise, having a good hour's work before her breakfast at 8 a.m., then, 
after having read her letters and newspapers she would again settle to her 
writing, sometimes calling me into the room to tell me that references from 
books and manuscripts had been given to her by her Master with the 
chapter and page quoted, and to ask me whether I could get friends to 
verify the correctness of these passages in different Public Libraries : for 
as she read everything reversed in the Astral Light, it would be easy for 
her to make mistakes in dates and numbers — and in some instances it was 
found that the number of the page had been reversed, for instance 23 
would be found on page 32, etc. 

Between one and two o'clock was Madame Blavatsky's dinner hour, the 
time varying to accommodate her work, and then without any repose she 
would immediately set herself at her table again, wTiting until six o'clock, 
when tea would be served. The old lady's relaxation during the evening 
w^ould be her *' Patiences", laying out the cards while I read to her letters 
received during the day or scraps from newspapers which I thought might 
interest her. Between nine and ten o'clock H. P. B. retired to rest, usually 

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taking some slight refreshment, and would read her Russian newspapers 
until midnight, when her lamp was put out, and all would be quiet until 
the next morning, when the usual routine recommenced. And so, day 
after day, the same unvarying life went on, only broken by the malicious 
Hodgson report which caused waves of disturbance to reach us from all 
sides. H. P. B. said to me one evening: ** You cannot imagine what it is 
to feel so many adverse thoughts and currents directed against you ; it is 
like the prickings of a thousand needles, and I have continually to be 
erecting a wall of protection around me ". I asked her whether she knew 
from whom these unfriendly thoughts came, she answered: **Yes; 
unfortunately I do, and 1 am always trying to shut my eyes so as not to see 
and know"; and to prove to me that this was the case, she would tell me of 
letters that had been wTitten, quoting passages from them, and these 
actually arrived a day or two afterwards, I being able to verify the 
correctness of the sentences. 

All who have know^n and loved H. P. B. have felt what a charm there 
was about her, how truly kind and loveable she was; at times such a 
bright childish nature seemed to beam around her, and a spirit of joyous 
fun would sparkle in her whole countenance, and cause the most winning 
expression that I have ever seen on a human face. One of the marvels of 
her character was, that to everybody she w^as different. I have never 
seen her treat two persons alike. The weak traits in every one's character 
were known to her at once, and the extraordinary way in which she would 
probe them was surprising. By those who lived in daily contact with her 
the knowledge of Self was gradually acquired, and by those who chose to 
benefit by her practical way of teaching progress could be made. But to 
many of her pupils the process was unpalatable, for it is never pleasant to 
be brought face to face with one's own weaknesses ; and so many turned 
from her, but those who could stand the test, and remain true to her, 
would recognise within themselves the inner development which alone 
leads to Occultism. A truer and more faithful friend one could never have 
than H. P. B., and I think it the greatest blessing of my life to have lived 
with her in such close intimacy, and until my death I shall try and 
further the noble cause for which she slaved and suffered so much. 

I shall not speak of phenomena in this paper, for my personal 
testimony can be of no use to anybody but myself, except to satisfy 
curiosity ; all I can say is, that phenomena occurred daily both in 
Wurzburg and in Ostende, where I spent a second winter with Madame 
Blavatsky. In fact what people call phenomena seemed to me the ordinary 
natural occurrences of daily life, so used did I become to them ; and true it 
is, that we only call phenomena that which we are unable fully to explain — 
and the shooting stars, the growth of trees, in fact all nature around us is 
one vast phenomenon which if witnessed but rarely would fill us with far 
more incredulity and astonishment than the ringing of astral bells, etc. 

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Our stay in Wurzburg was only interrupted by casual visitors, the last 
being Madame Gebhard and Miss Kislingbury in the month of May, 1886. 
I parted with H. P. B. at the station, leaving her with Miss Kislingbury, 
who was to accompany her to Ostende, while I went with Madame Gebhard 
to Kempten, where we were met by Dr. Franz Hartmann, who showed us 
that strange, weird and mystical town. 

In October, 1886, I joined H. P. B. in Ostende, and found her settled 
in comfortable enough quarters; she welcomed me with all the warmth 
of her genial nature, and was, I think, as truly glad to have me as I was to 
be with her. We recommenced our monotonous but interesting life, the 
thread being taken up from where it was last broken, and I watched with 
delight how the piles of manuscript for the S,D. were increasing. Our near 
vicinity to England caused people once more to come buzzing rountl 
H. P. B., and we received several visitors, amongst whom were Mrs. 
Kingsford and Mr. Maitland, and it was a pleasure to listen to the 
conversation of three such highly gifted intellects on all the points of 
resemblance between Western and Eastern Occultism, but still with my 
further and later experience of H. P. B. and her teachings it is marvellous 
to me how she kept safely locked within her own breast the occult knowledge 
which she has lately been permitted to give to a few of her pupils. 

Towards the end of the winter H. P. B. became very ill ; her kidneys 
were affected, and after some days of intense suffering the Belgian doctor 
told me that he despaired of her hfe. I telegraphed to Madame Gebhard, 
who had been a true and sincere friend of hers for many years, and also to 
Mr. Ashton Ellis, a member of the T.S. and a clever doctor, both responded 
to my call and helped me through those trying and anxious days, and in the 
end Mr. Ellis' wise treatment pulled her through the dangerous crisis. As 
H. P. B. was slowly recovering other friends came. Dr. Keightley and also 
Mr. Bertram Keightley were among these, and they both persuaded Madame 
Blavatsky to go and spend the summer in England in a small cottage which 
was taken for her at Norwood. 

I then left Ostende, Madame Gebhard kindly remaining with the old 
lady until she felt equal to undertaking the journey to London. During the 
same summer, while I was at home in Sweden, H. P. B. wrote to me that 
there was a proposal to take a house in London with the Keightleys, to form 
a centre for theosophical work in England ; she wrote : " Now at last 1 
l)egin to see my way clearly before me, and Master's work can be done if 
you will only agree to come and live wath us. I have told the Keightleys 
that without you their project must fall to the ground," etc., etc. I replied 
that I would take a share in the house, and hoped that a nucleus of earnest 
members would be formed to carry on the work and her mission in life. 

I came to England in August, 1887, found H. P. B. at Norwood, and 
shortly afterwards we moved into 17, Lansdowne Road, Holland Park, and 
then began a new, difficult and often painful life. Trials followed each 

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Other in quick succession, but the very outcome of all these trials and 
worries was the development of the Society and the spreading of 
theosophical truths. 

Madame Blavatsky was at home every Saturday afternoon, and visitors 
came every evening, crowds of people ; some out of curiosity, others with a 
true desire to learn about Theosophy, and a few attracted by her personality. 
To watch the varied way in which H. P. B. would receive each new arrival 
was in itself a study, and later events have proved that her knowledge of 
character was unique. At times she would seem to grow and expand in 
intellect and the force and power with which she would put forward her vast 
knowledge would seize those present with awe ; at other times she only 
talked of the most trivial things, and her hearers would go away quite 
satisfied with themselves, feeling that they were vastly her superiors. But 1 
have only a certain space allotted to me and must close these few lines. 

The house in Lansdowne Road became too small for the requirements 
of the workers who had gathered around us, and so in July, 1890, we movetl 
into 19, Avenue Road, which became the Headquarters of the European 

Others having gradually shared with me in the daily care and attention 
w^ith which it had hitherto been my privilege and pleasure to surround H. P. B., 
I must leave it to their eloquence to give you a description of her life, and 
slowly declining health ; and now our beloved friend and teacher has gone, 
but H. P. B.'s work still remains to be finished, and it is only by the way in 
which we carry on that work that we can prove to the world how intense 
has been our love and gratitude to the noblest and grandest woman this 
century will have produced. 


A Mori from ^r. ^inn^tt. 

jjTl, HAVE been writing about Madame Blavatsky at considerable length for 
;^.^ another periodical and have thus endeavoured to convey to the exoteric 
public some idea of the grandeur of the work she has been carrying on in 
the life just closed. Invited to contribute some remarks concerning my long 
friendship with her to the magazine she herself founded, I prefer now to avoid 
any direct repetition of external impressions concerning her wonderful attributes 
and faculties, and to deal instead with hints I have received from herself, and in 
other ways, from time to time, as to the probable course of her own evolution 
in the future. For many years past she has spoken to me at intervals of 
the hopes she entertained in reference to the destinies in store for her when 
permitted to lay down the burden of the incarnation now exhausted. All 

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theosophists who have profited by the illumination she was able to shed 
upon the principles governing individual human progress, will realise two 
conclusions about her as practically certain. The life just over cannot have 
been that in which she first began her occult career, and it will certainly not 
be followed by a normal return in her case to an ordinary period of 
devachanic rest. She must have been considerably advanced in preparatory 
initiation before she became H. P. B., and the hard and faithful work she 
has now been performing for so many years in the service of those who are 
never ungrateful, will mean inevitably that kind of reward which will best 
subserve her further spiritual progress. 1 do not know how far she may have 
elucidated the matter to others, but I see no reason for reticence in regard 
to her more recent incarnations ; in reference to which, indeed, she never 
gave me any details, and led me to believe that she was unacquainted with 
details. Hut as to the broad fact I have no personal doubt. Her very last 
incarnation before this one just completed was in the person of a member of 
her own recent family, an aunt who died prematurely ; and that existence 
does not seem to have served her advancement in any important degree. 
Before that she had been a Hindoo woman of considerable occult 
attainments, with eager hopes and aspirations concerning the people to 
whom she then belonged. Her transfer to another nationality seems to 
have been connected in some way with a belief on her part that she would 
be better able from the fulcrum of a European birth to further the interest 
of the Hindoo race. 

As regards the future — or may we say as regards the present ? — it seems 
verv unlikelv that she would have another female incarnation in succession 
to her last. The highest teaching has been to the effect that alternations 
occur in almost all cases after a short series of incarnations in the same 
sex. Her own wish in this matter pointed very strongly to a masculine 
incarnation this time, and her expectation that this wish would be realised 
was very confident. 

Many readers of Lucifer will be aware that the abnormal incarnations 
of those whose Karma has lifted them above the operation of automatic 
laws are of two kinds. The Chela- Ego may be linked with a newly 
forming organism, and be born as a child in the ordinary way — though 
destined in such a case to recover recollection of the previous life as soon as 
the new body should attain maturity; or it maybe transferred with violence, 
so to speak, to an already mature body, adapted to serve as a vehicle for its 
further manifestations and progress, if such a body happens to be ready at 
the right moment ; that is to say if its former tenant happens to be provided 
for in some other way. To meet such an opportunity as this it would be 
necessary that the right moment should be seized for effecting the transfer, 
and it might be expected therefore that any one in whose interest such a 
transfer was to be accomplished, would be called at a moment's notice, 
would in conventional language, die very suddenly. Now it is a striking 

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fact about Madame Blavatsky's ** death " that ill as she often has been of 
late, and impossible though it might have been to have kept her organism in 
activity much longer, she was physically better on the day she died than 
she had been for several days previously, and was congratulated that 
morning by her doctor on having got over the attack she had been troubled 
with. Her death just when it occurred was an absolutely unexpected event, 
and could probably not be assigned to any specific physical cause. On two 
or three occasions during the last half dozen years she has been definitely 
given over by her doctors and declared incapable of living another day. In 
such crises she has been rescued at the last moment, evidently by the 
exercise of occult power ; whereas on the present occasion, when there was 
no apparent need for her to die at all, she closes her eyes and passes away in 
an instant. 

To me the inference seems very plain and points among other 
conclusions to the possibility that the new personality she may now have 
been clothed with, if already mature, may in the progress of events be 
identified by some of us now living before we in turn arc called upon — or 
permitted — to use whichever phrase best suits our internal condition of 
mind — to pass through the great change ourselves. 

A. P. SiNNETT, F.T.S. 


% S^tmQt\i of flttaiianw iBlabatskg* 

J HE first and earliest impression I received from Madame Blavatsky was 
(^4:j, the feeling of the power and largeness of her individuality ; as though 
I were in the presence of one of the primal forces of Nature. 

1 remember that the talk turned upon the great leaders of materialism, 
— then filling a larger space in the public eye than now — and their dogmatic 
negative of the soul and of spiritual forces. Madame Blavatsky's attitude 
in the discussion was not combative, hardly even argumentative; still she 
left in the mind the conviction of the utter futility of material reasoning, and 
this not by any subtle logic or controversial skill, but as though a living and 
immortal spirit by its mere presence at once confuted the negation of 
spiritual life. 

This sense of the power of individuality was not what one has felt in 
the presence of some great personality, who dominates and dwarfs surround- 
ing persons into insignificance, and tyrannously overrides their independence. 
It was rather the sense of a profound deep-seated reality, an exhaustless 
power of resistance, a spirit built on the very depths of Nature, and reach- 
ing down to the primaeval eternities of Truth. 

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Gradually apparent under this dominant impression of power, arose a 
subtle sense of great gentleness and kindliness, an unfailing readiness to 
f )rget herself entirely and to throw herself heartily into the life of others. 

Another side of Madame Blavatsky's character unfolded itself more 
slowly — the great light and piercing insight of her soul. 

One was lulled, as it were, by the sympathetic personality, and tran- 
(juillised by the feeling of balanced power, so that at first this (quality of 
inner light might remain unnoted, till some sudden turn of thought or 
change of feeling opened the eyes, and one recognized the presence of a 
denizen of eternity. 

Everyone has noticed, in travelling through some wild and mountainous 
country, that the vast masses and depths of the hills and valleys are often 
hid and remain unapparent ; the mind and eye are held by the gentler 
graces of nature, the trees, the birds, and the flowers ; and some ridge is 
ascended imperceptibly, till suddenly the crest is reached, and the mind is 
startled by the vast perspective swiftly unfolded before it. 

These startling, unexpected ghmpses into profundity, I have often felt 
in Madame Blavatsky's presence, when the. richness and sympathy of her 
character had almost tempted one to beheve her a fascinating personality, 
and nothing more. 

All through her life, the dominant note of Madame Blavatsky's 
cliaracter has been power ; in early years, power without light ; then later, 
power and light in equal balance. The earliest record of her life shews her 
as a strong and dominant personality, always deeply impressing herself on 
her surroundings, and overriding and dominating the personalities of others, 
imperiously, often tyrannically, yet with an ever-present imperious generosity 
and gentleness ; a deep generosity of thought, an almost incredible 
generosity of action ; a powerful personality, using its power often extra- 
vagantly, often unwisely, often unjustly. 

Then the light dawned for her, and the chaotic strength of her nature 
was illuminated, harmonised, purified, and with the same dominant power 
she prepared to deliver her message to mankind, the message of the 
strong to the w-eak, of one who stood within the circle of light to those in 
the darkness without. 

With unparalleled force, she asserted the soul ; with transcendent 
strength she taught the reality of spirit, by living the life, and manifesting 
the energies of an immortal. 

She cast herself with torrential force against the dark noxious clouds of 
evil and ignorance that envelope and poison human life ; the rift in their 
leaden masses through which, high above, we catch a glimpse of the blue, 
bears testimony to the greatness of the power that rent them asunder. 

She was a personality of such magnitude as to divide the world into 
her adherents and her opponents, leaving none indifferent between ; the 
t jst of the force of her nature is as much the fierce animosity of her enemies 

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as the loving devotion of her friends. Such was the power and doniinanre 
of her individuahty, that, in comparison with hers, all other souls seemed 

An immortal spirit, she had the courage to live as an immortal spirit, and 
to subject material nature and the base forces of life to the powers of her 
immortality ; she perpetually took her stand on the realities of spiritual 
nature, and consistently refused to admit the dominant tyranny of the 
material world. 

And this dominant power and this clear interior light were united to a 
nature yf wonderful kindness, wonderful gentleness, and absolute 
self-forgetfulness and forgiveness of wrong. 

Nothing in her was more remarkable, nothing more truly stamped her 
as one of the elect, than the great humility of her character, ready to deny 
and ignore all its own splendid endowments, in order to bring into light the 
qualities of others. This humility was no mere affectation, no mere trick 
to call up admiration and wonder, but the profoundly sincere expression of 
her own nature; an expression as deep and real as Sir Isaac Newton's 
comparison of himself, after a life of unequalled achievement, to a little 
child gathering shells by the shore of the ocean. 

Madame Blavatsky's nature was like a mountain torrent, having its 
source in some deep, clear lake above the clouds, and impetuously carrying 
down to the valleys the riches of the mountains, to spread them over the 
hungry and thirsty plains below ; to give them new life and fertility, and the 
promise of a richer harvest in due season ; and amongst the commoner gifts 
of the mountains, bringing now and then grains of gold and precious gems, 
and scattering them like Pactolus, over the sands of the valley ; and ever 
and anon the dwellers of the valley, finding these rarer treasures, see in 
them the promise of the deeper wealth of the mountains, and vow to 
themselves never to give up the search for the great treasure until they die. 
Such was Madame Blavatsky in her life ; and now that she is dead, her 
death seems to have taken away from us half the savour of life ; and her 
absence to have withdrawn one of the great incentives to living. 

But to hallow the loneliness of her death, she has left us the great Jesson 
of her life, a life true to itself, true to its Spirit, true to its God. 

One who stood beside her, so calm and quiescent in death, could never 
believe that that torrential nature, that splendid power, had ceased to be ; 
with the feeling of loss at her departure came the conviction far stronger 
than reason or logic that a power like hers could not be quenched by death, 
that a great soul like hers could never cease to be. 

And so has gone from amongst us a soul of singular power, of singular 
light, of singular sweetness. Her life has given a new nobility to life ; 
and Death has become more kindly by her death. 

Charlks Johnston, F.T.S. 

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"|mirs till B^atb anh after, %f3r 

UCH has been the manner in which our beloved teacher and friend 
always concluded her letters to me. And now, though we are all of 
us committing to paper some account of that departed friend and teacher, 
I feel ever near and ever potent the magic of that resistless power, as of 
a mighty rushing river, which those who wholly trusted her always came 
to understand. Fortunate indeed is that Karma which, for all the years 
since 1 first met her, in 1875, has kept me faithful to the friend who, 
masquerading under the outer mortal garment known as H. P. Blavatsky, 
was ever faithful to me, ever kind, ever the teacher and the guide. 

In 1874, i^ ^^^^ Ci^y o^ New York, I first met H. P. B. in this Hfe. By 

her request, sent through Colonel H. S. Olcott, the call was made in her 

rooms in Irving Place, when then, as afterwards, through the remainder of 

her stormy career, she was surrounded by the anxious, the intellectual, the 

bohemian, the rich and the poor. It was her eye that attracted me, the 

eye of one whom I must have known in lives long passed away. She looked 

at me in recognition at that first hour, and never since has that look 

changed. Not as a questioner of philosophies did I come before her, not 

as one groping in the dark for lights that schools and fanciful theories had 

obscured, but as one who, wandering many periods through the corridors of 

life, was seeking the friends who could show where the designs for the 

work had been hidden. And true to the call she responded, revealing 

the plans once again, and speaking no words to explain, simply pomted 

tiiem out and went on with the task. It was as if but the evening before 

we had parted, leaving yet to be done some detail of a task taken up with 

one common end ; it was teacher and pupil, elder brother and younger, 

both bent on the one single end, but she with the power and the knowledge 

that belong but to lions and sages. So, friends from the first, I felt safe. 

Others 1 know have looked with suspicion on an appearance they could not 

fathom, and though it is true they adduce many proofs which, hugged to 

the breast, would damn sages and gods, yet it is only through blindness 

they failed to see the lion's glance, the diamond heart of H. P. B. 

The entire space of this whole magazine would not suffice to enable 
me to record the phenomena she performed for me through all these years, 
nor would I wish to put them down. As she so often said, they prove 
nothing but only lead some souls to doubt and others to despair. And 
again, I do not think they were done just for me, but only that in those 
early days she was laying down the lines of force all over the land and 1, so 
fortunate, was at the centre of the energy and saw the play of forces in 

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visible phenomena. The explanation has been offered by some too anxious 
friends that the earlier phenomena were mistakes in judgment, attempted to 
be rectified in later years by confining their area and limiting their number, 
but until some one shall produce in the writing of H. P. B. her concurrence 
with that view, 1 shall hold to her own explanation made in advance and 
never changed. That I have given above. For many it is easier to take 
refuge behind a charge of bad judgment than to understand the strange 
and powerful laws which control in matters such as these. 

Amid all the turmoil of her life, above the din produced by those wha 
charged her with deceit and fraud and others who defended, while month 
after month, and year after year, witnessed men and women entering the 
theosophical movement only to leave it soon with malignant phrases for 
H. P. B., there stands a fact we all might imitate — devotion absolute to 
her Master. '* It was He", she writes, ** who told me to devote myself to 
this, and I will never disobey and never turn back." 

In 1888 she wrote to me privately : — 

" Well, my only friend, you ought to know better. Look into my life and try to 
realize it — in its outer course at least, as the rest is hidden. I am under the curse of 
ever writing, as the wandering Jew was under that of being ever on the move, never 
stopping one moment to rest. Three ordinary healthy persons could hardly do what / 
have to do. 1 live an artificial life ; I am an automaton running full steam until the 
power of generating steam stops, and then — good-bye 1000 Night before last 
1 was shown a bird's-eye view of the Theosophical Societies. I saw a few earnest 
reliable Theosophists in a death struggle with the world in general, with other — 
nominal but ambitious — Theosophists. The former are greater in numbers than you 
may think, and ihey pmuiiled^ as you in America will prevail ^ if you only remain 
staunch to the Master's programme and true to yourselves. And last night 1 saw 
r^^^ and now I feel strong — such as 1 am in my body— and ready to fight for Theo- 
sophy and the few true ones to my last breath. The defending forces have to be 
judiciously — so scanty they are— distributed over the globe, wherever Theosophy 
is struggling against the powers of darkness." 

Such she ever was ; devoted to Theosophy and the Society organized 
to carry out a programme embracing the world in its scope. Willing in 
the service of the cause to offer up hope, money, reputation, life itself, 
provided the Society might be saved from every hurt, whether small or 
great. And thus bound body, heart and soul to this entity called the 
Theosophical Society, bound to protect it at all hazards, in face of every 
loss, she often incurred the resentment of many who became her friends 
but would not always care for the infant organization as she had sworn to 
do. And when they acted as if opposed to the Society, her instant opposi- 
tion seemed to them to nullify professions of friendship. Thus she had but 
few friends, for it required a keen insight, untinged with personal feeling, to 
see even a small part of the real H. P. Blavatsky. 

But was her object merely to form a Society whose strength should lie 
in numbers? Not so. She worked under directors who, operating from 
behind the scene^ knew that the Theosophical Society was, and was to be, 
the nucleus from which help might spread to all the people of the day, 
without thanks and without acknowledgment. Once, in London, I asked 


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her what was the chance of drawing the people into the Society in view of 
the enormous disproportion between the number of members and the 
millions of Europe and America who neither knew of nor cared for it. 
Leaning back in her chair, in which she was sitting before her writing 
desk, she said : — 

** When you consider and remember those days in 1875 ^^id after, in 
which you could not find any people interested in your thoughts, and now 
look at the wide-spreading influence of theosophical ideas — however labelled 
—it is not so bad. We are not working merely that people may call 
themselves Theosophists, but that the doctrines we cherish may affect and 
leaven the whole mind of this century. This alone can be accomplished 
by a small earnest band of workers, who work for no human reward, no 
earthly recognition, but who, supported and sustained by a belief in that 
Universal Brotherhood of which our Masters are a part, work steadily, 
faithfully, in understanding and putting forth for consideration the doctrines 
of life and duty that have come down to us from immemorial time. Falter not 
so long as a few devoted ones will work to keep the nucleus existing. You 
were not directed to found and realise a Universal Brotherhood, but to form 
the nucleus for one ; for it is only when the nucleus is formed that the 
accumulations can begin that will end in future years, however far, in the 
formation of that body w-hich we have in view\" 

H, P. B. had a lion heart, and on the work traced out for her she had 
the lion's grasp ; let us, her friends, companions and disciples, sustain 
ourselves in carrying out the designs laid down on the trestle-board, by the 
memory of her devotion and the consciousness that behind her task there 
stood, and still remain, those Elder J:5rothers who, above the clatter and 
the din of our battle, ever see the end and direct the forces distributed 
in array for the salvation of " that great orphan — Humanity". 

William Q. Judge, F.T.S. 


As I kn^tD b^r. 

"Endurance is the crowning qualit) , 
And patiencciall the passion of great hearts." 


N DURANCE and patience have certainly been the crowning qualities 
of H. P. B. as 1 have known her during the last years of her lifc» 
and as I have heard of her from those fortunate enough to have known her 
for more years than I can count during her present life. The most salient 
of her characteristics was implied in these crowning qualities ; it was that of 
strength, steady strength, unyielding as a rock. I have seen weaklings 
dash themselves up against her, and then whimper that she was hard ; but 

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I have also seen her face to face with a woman who had been her cruel 
enemy — but who was in distress and, as I uncharitably thought, therefore 
repentant — and every feature was radiant with a divine compassion, which 
only did not forgive because it would not admit that it had been outraged. 
The hardness which can be tender is the hardness which is needed in our 
mollient Western life, in which one is sick of the shams that pass for value, 
of the falseness -that stabs with a smile, and betrays with a kiss. Uncon- 
ventional, H. P. B. was always called, and the adjective was appropriate. 
She did not regard society conventions as natural laws, and she preferred 
frankness to compliment. Above all she had the sense of proportion, and 
that ** rarest sense of all, common sense". She did not think that all natural 
piety was trampled under foot when a woman smoked cigarettes, nor that 
every bond which held society together was ruptured when some solecism 
in manners was committed. A traveller in many lands, she had seen social 
customs so various that one or another was to her as unimportant as 
wearing a hat, a turban, or a fez, and she laughed at all .the crude insular 
British ideas that a man's merit depended on his agreement with our own 
notions. On the other hand, she was rigidity itself in the weightier matters 
of the law; and had it not been for the injury the writers were doing them- 
selves by the foulnesses they flung at her, I could often have almost laughed 
at the very absurdity of the contrast between the fraudulent charlatan and 
profligate they pictured, and the H. P. B. I lived beside, with honour as 
sensitive as that of the " very gentil parfait knyghte ", truth flawless as a 
diamond, purity which had in it much of a child's candour mingled with the 
sternness which could hold it scatheless against attack. Apart from all 
questions of moral obligation, H. P. B. was far too proud a woman, in her 
personality, to tell a lie. Brought up amid the highest born of the Russian 
nobility, inheriting much of their haughty contempt for the people around 
them, she would not have condescended to justify herself by untruth; she 
did not sufficiently care for ** what people would say " to stoop to any 
subterfuge to defend herself. Indeed some of the earlier slanders took their 
rise in this very recklessness of public opinion. And when to this was 
added the occult training that hardens the chela against all outside judg- 
ments, and placing him ever at the tribunal of his Higher Self renders him 
indifferent to all lesser condemnation, it will readily be seen that the 
motives to untruthfulness which move ordinary people were absent. And 
this is apart from the deeper facts of the case, of which it would be idle 
here to speak, and of which it must suffice to say that no high Occultist 
can dare to lie for personal gain or personal defence. 

It used to be said that the devil paid his servants well in this life, in 
whatever fashion he might recover the debt in another ; but verily if, as 
the pious say, she was one of his emissaries, the gold mines of Sheol must 
be giving out. For in these later days H. P. B. was a very poor woman, 
and I have known her hard pressed for a sovereign many a time. Then 

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some devoted admirer would send her money, and away it went, to the 
Theosophical Society, to a distressed friend, to an old servant in want, to 
some family whose starvation I might have mentioned. It was a royall y 
generous nature, that of H. P. B., always needing some channel into which 
it might flow over ; money, clothes, jewels, anything she had, she flung it 
away with both hands to the first who was in want. 

Looking at her generally, she was much more of a man than a woman. 
Outspoken, decided, prompt, strong-willed, genial, humorous, free from 
pettiness and without malignity, she was wholly different from the average 
female type. She judged always on large lines, with wide tolerance for 
diversities of character and of thought, indifferent to outward appearances 
if the inner man were just and true. 

Personally, one of the greatest services she rendered me was placing at 
my service as an aid to self-knowledge her own deep insight into character. 
I have laughed to myself when I have heard folk say that ** Madame 
Blavatsky must be a very bad judge of character, or she would never have 
trusted people who afterwards betrayed her ". They did not know that her 
rule was to give every one his chance, and she never recked if in thus doing 
she ran risk of injury to herself. It was always herself she gave away to 
such persons — never the Society, nor any knowledge they could use to the 
injury of others. I watched the course of one such case, a young Judas 
who pretended friendship, who was admitted by her to stay in her house, 
who tried ineffectively to find out '* secrets ", and went away finally to 
attack her and try to betray. She talked to him freely enough, hindered 
him in none of his enquiries, tried to lead him the right way, but once or 
twice I caught those strange eyes of hers, of which so much has been said, 
looking him through with a deep pathetic gaze, turning away at last with a 
half- breathed sigh. But when anyone was really seeking that most difficult 
of all knowledge, self-knowledge, then she would use her rare power of 
insight, would warn of hidden dangers, point to concealed characteristics, 
unravel the tangled threads of half-understood or non- understood qualities 
and defects, and thus guide the student in his efforts to know himself, and 
to escape from the web of illusion. Over and over again, in my own case, 
she has led me straight to hidden motive, to concealed weakness, to covered 
pitfall, and any of her pupils who could bear her scrutiny and criticism 
without resentment might be sure of similar aid. 

As teacher H. P. B. was inspiring and suggestive, not didactic. She 
could only teach effectively when the student was thoroughly in touch with 
her, and could fill with quick intuition the gaps she left in her outline. In 
such cases she would throw out thought after thought, with wonderful 
wealth of illustrations from the most widely separated sources, the thoughts 
often unrelated on the surface, but always found, on careful re-study after- 
wards, to be links thrown, as it were, into light of some unbroken chain. 
The intervening links had been left in shadow, and if the student could throw 

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them also into light, by the use of his own intuition, it was well. But 

where the student's mind gave no response to hers, where her quick blows 

startled no spark to leap forth in answer from the rock, to such H. P. B. 

remained always enigmatic, obscure, involved, lost in maze of metaphysics, 

and she proved as unsatisfactory to them as they were hopeless to her. 

Of late, H. P. B. led a very secluded life; she would close her doors 

for days, sometimes for weeks, against those who were nearest to her, and 

we understand now how she was preparing all for the approaching change. 

And to us who lived with her the change is less than many, perhaps, may 

suppose. Our nearness to her was not that of the bodily presence, it w^as 

that far closer tie which ever binds together teacher and pupil in the 

venerable philosophy which it was her mission to impart. To us, the mere 

fact that she has flung off the worn-out garment of her personality in no 

wise alters the relation between her and us ; those of us who were with her 

in past lives have been separated physically before through ** the change 

that men call death '\ and have found each other again on return to ** life " 

on earth. What has been shall be, and in the true life no separation is 

possible. For many a year past, her life has been one long torture ; she 

stood at the centre of a whirl of forces spiritual and psychic, exposed at the 

same time to the pressure of the material plane. Alone, with none who 

could wholly understand her, misunderstood, wronged, insulted, and even 

when loved mostly loved in a mistaken way, none except her peers can tell 

what a hell upon earth her life has been. That she is out of it, is matter 

for rejoicing, not for sorrowing for those who really loved her, not themselves 

in her. The work to which she gave her life is now ours to carry on ; the 

forces behind it are not weakened because H. P. Blavatsky has departed. 

It is the work of the Brotherhood, not of any one individual, and while the 

Brotherhood lives and works neither doubt nor despair can touch their 

disciples. We have but to do our duty : success, as the world counts it, is 

a thing of no account. 

Annie Besant, F.T.S. 

f be last f to0 liars. 


jT had previously stayed at 17, Lansdowne Road, during my vacations. 

J^ but it was not until the beginning of August, 1889, that I came to 
work permanently with H. P. B. She was away in Jersey then, and the copy 
and proofs of Lucifer were being busily transmitted backwards and forwards 
to the accompaniment of an infinity of characteristic notes and telegrams. I 
had only time to review two books before a pressing telegram came from 
H. P. B., and I started for Jersey. What a warm greeting there was in 
the porch of tliat honeysuckle-covered house, and what a fuss to have 
everything comfortable for the new comer ! 

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It has often been a surprise to me that the chief of the accusations 
and slanders brought against H. P. B. have been those of fraud and 
conceahnent, and I can onl}' account for it by the fact that those who make 
such accusations (save the Coulomb woman), have never known her. 
According to my experience, she was ever over-trustful of others and quite 
prodigal in her frankness. As an instance, no sooner had I arrived than 
she gave me the run of all her papers, and set me to work on a pile of 
correspondence that would otherwise have remained unanswered till 
doomsday ; for if she detested anything, it was answering letters. I 
then was initiated into the mysteries of Lucifer, and soon had my hands 
full with transmission of directions, alterations, and counter-directions to 
Bertram Keightley, who was then Sub-editor, for in those days H. P. H. 
would not let one word go into Luciffr until she had seen and reseen it. 
and she added to and cut up the proofs until the last moment. 

One day, shortly after my arrival, H. P. B. came into my room unex- 
pectedly with a manuscript and handed it to me, saying, *' Read that, old man, 
and tell me what you think of it ". It was the MS. of the third part of the 
Voice of the Silence, and while I read she sat and smoked her cigarettes, 
tapping her foot on the floor, as was often her habit. I read on, forgetting 
her presence in the beauty and sublimity of the theme until she broke 
in upon my silence with, ** Well ? " I told her it was the grandest thing in 
all our theosophical literature, and tried, contrary to my habit, to convey 
in words some of the enthusiasm that I felt. But even then H. P. B. was 
not content with her work, and expressed the greatest apprehension that 
she had failed to do justice to the original in her translation, and could 
hardly be persuaded that she had done well. This was one of her chief 
characteristics. Never was she confident of her own literary work, and 
cheerfully listened to all criticisms, even from persons who should have 
remained silent. Strangely enough she was always most timorous of her 
best articles and works and most confident of her polemical writings. 

When we returned to Lansdowne Road, one of those changes, so 
familiar to those who have worked with H. P. B., occurred, and both Dr. 
Archibald Keightley and Bertram Keightley left for abroad, the former on a 
voyage round the world, the latter to lecture in the United States. And 
so their duties came mostly to me, and I gradually began to see a great 
deal of her alone at her work owing to the necessity of the case. 

Let me see if I can give some idea of how the work was done. 

To begin with there was Lucifer, of which she was then sole 
editor. In the first place H. P. B. never read an MS., she required to see it 
in proof and then mostly ** averaged '' its contents. W^hat she was 
particular about was the length of the copy, and she used to laboriously 
count the number of words in each paper, and would never be persuaded 
of the accuracy of my count when I in . my turn ** averaged " the length. 
If I suggested that mine was the most expeditious method, she would 

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proceed to tell me some home truths about Oxford and Camhridpje education, 
and I often thought she used to continue her primitive methods of arithmetical 
computation on purpose to cure me of my impatience and my confidence in 
my own superiority. Another great thing was the arranging of the different 
articles. In those days she would never entrust this to any other hand, and 
the measuring of everything was a painful operation. 

Cietting LixiFKR through the press was invariably a rush, for she 
generally wrote her leader the last thing and, having been used to it, 
considered the printers, if anybody, were to blame if it did not appear in 
time. But all that was soon changed when Annie Besant became co-editor 
and H. P. B. found that it was not necessary to do everything herself. 

Then there was the correspondence, voluminous enough in all con- 
science, from all parts of the world and from ** all sorts and conditions of 
men" and women truly. H. P. B. was very laconic, sometimes even 
epigrammatic, in her directions as to answering it, and gradually became 
even more silent, so that I had often to risk her displeasure in pressing for 
a reply or in trying to persuade her to answer some letter of great impor- 
tance herself. It was comparatively easy to get the morning mail in safe 
keeping, but letters arriving by later posts were a difficulty ; for H. P. B. 
sternly refused all access to her room and, to make up for this, used to care- 
fully put away the important letters in hiding places so as to give them to 
me later, while she left the rest to their fate. The plan was not a good 
one ; for she mostly forgot her hiding-place and I often could not rescue 
the rest of the waifs and strays from among her MS. at all, for she would 
let no one touch the work she was actually engaged upon, and so they had 
to go, to be answered when finally unearthed at some distant date. But 
gradually too we found out better methods, and latterly I have not had to 
play so many games of hide and seek. 

The first hour in the morning after breakfast during those two years 
will ever remain with me a pleasant recollection. Everything was so 
unconventional. I used to sit on the arm of her great armchair and 
obediently smoke the cigarette she offered, while she opened the letters, 
told me what she wanted done and signed diplomas and certificates, the 
latter under great pressure, however, for she detested such mechanical 
work. It was exciting and instructive too, for in our large Society there 
were always crises of more or less gravity. The many disputes came to 
her for settlement, and the many attacks had to be met and counteracted 
by her. So it was that I learnt much of human character and of the inner 
working of the Society and how the life of it depended upon her. Many an 
evidence too had I of her prodigal generosity, and many a gift did I transmit 
to a poor Theosophist or employ for theosophical purposes under strict 
promise of secrecy, although she thereby frequently came to the bottom of 
her ** stocking ". 

Though H. P. B. left much of her correspondence to me, still it was 


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not without a distinct supervision, for she would suddenly call for a reply 
that had not yet gone out or for the copy of an old letter, without any 
warning, and if there were any mistakes, the lecture I received was not 
reassuring to my discomfiture. One thing she was always impressing 
upon me, and this was to develope a sense of the *' fitness of things ", and 
she was merciless if this law of harmony were broken, leaving no loop-hole 
of escape, and listening to no excuse, with her over-powering reason ahd 
knowledge, which in spite of its apparently disconnected expression, 
always went home ; although, indeed, the minute afterward, she was 
again the affectionate friend and elder brother, shall I even say, comrade, 
as she alone knew how to be. 

One of the greatest proofs to me of H. P. B.'s extraordinary gifts and 
ability, if proof were needed in the face of the manifest sincerity of her 
life-work, was the way in which she wTote her articles and books. I knew 
every bo.)k she had in her small library, and yet day after day she would 
produce quantities of MS. abounding in quotations, which were seldom 
inaccurate. 1 remember almost the last day she sat at her desk, going into 
her room to query two Greek words in a quotation, and telling her they 
were inaccurate. Now though H. P. B. could in her early years speak 
modern Greek and had been taught ancient Greek by her grandmother, 
she had long forgotten it for all purposes of accuracy, and the correction of 
the w'ords I objected to reqi ired precise scholarship. ** Where did you 
get it from, H. P. B, ? " I asked. ** I'm sure I don't know, my dear", was 
her somewhat discouraging rejoinder, ** 1 saw it ! " adding that she was 
certain that she was right, for now she remembered when she wrote the 
particular passage referred to. However, I persuaded her that there was 
some mis:;ake, and finally she said, *' Well, of course you are a great Greek 
pundit, I know, but you're not going to sit upon me always. I'll try if I 
can see it again, ?nd now get out ", meaning that she wanted to go on with 
her work, or at any rate had had enough of me. About two minutes after- 
wards, she called me in again and presented me with a scrap of paper on 
which she had written the two words quite correctly, saying, '* Well, I sup- 
pose you'll be a greater pundit than ever after this ! " 

The above is one instance out of many, but it will little profit to narrate 
them, for tliey mean nothing to anyone but the eye-witness, and the public 
is quite content with its own infallibility of judgment and prefers to 
remain myopic. 

In the evenings, H. P. B. liked to have the household round her, and 
tried her best to force us to abandon work for a couple of hours. She 
herself played her eternal game of solitaire, which she very occasionally 
varied with a game of dummy whist. Many have questioned why H. P, B. 
always ** made her cards" in the evening, and those of us who have learned by 
experience that H. P. B. did nothing without a reason, deduced logically 
that there was also reason in the cards. The evening was the time for 

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anecdotes, for hints on occultism, for an infinity of useful information. 
There was, however, no order about it, and no one could count on hearing 
this or that, or gettinj^ an answer to a question. We had to wait for the 
opportunity, and never regretted the waiting when the opportunity came. 

When we moved to our present IIead(iuarters, many things were 
changed. Looking back it now seems almost as if H. P. B. had got things 
in training for leaving us at any moment, though apparently preparations 
were being made in which she herself and her continued residence with us 
were the principal factors. 

Ever since she went to Brighton in the early part of last year she has 
suffered most cruelly in her physical body, and been unable to work as she 
used to. But we always lived in great expectations of restitution to at 
any rate her normal state of health. At Lansdowne Road she used always to 
be pleased to receive visitors, and nearly every evening they came in to see 
her. But in Avenue Road she gradually began to isolate herself more and 
more, so that often she would not receive even the members of the house- 
hold in the evening unless she especially sent for them. Then again, she 
was strangely quiet latterly, rarely showing the great energy that was her 
pjeculiar characteristic. Still the same indomitable will was there, though 
her body was worn out, for she worked on at her desk even when she ought 
to have been in bed, or in her coffin. The very night before she left us, 
she insisted on going into her working room and playing her cards. It was 
indeed a last and suprc ne effort of will, for she was so weak that she could 
hardly speak or hold up her head. And thus the influenza claimed its 
greatest victim. Such at least is the opinion of one who regards it as his 
chiefest honour to have been the last of H.P.B.'s Private Secretaries. 

G. R. S. Mead, F.T.S. 

.-.. .-.'• ^- 

bat sht is to mt. 

WO years ago Annie Besant and I saw H. P. B. for the first time, 
and now it is not many days since I stood by her lily-covered coffin and 
took my last lingering look at the personality of the marvellous woman who 
had revolutionised the lives of my colleague and myself. Two years are but 
little as men count time, but these two have been so pregnant with soul- 
life that the old days before them seem ages away. If it be true that life 
should be counted by epochs of the mind, then Hfe, from the day that I first 
clasped H. P. B.'s hand to the moment when, majestic in her death sleep, 
I helped to v reathe around her body the palms from that far-off East which 
she loved so well, was richer, fuller, longer to me than a generation of the 
outward turmoil which has its little day and then is gone. I went to her 

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a materialist, she left me a Theosophist, and between these two there is a 
great gulf fixed. Over that gulf she bridged the way. She was my 
spiritual mother, and never had child a more loving, a more patient, a more 
tender guide. 

It w^as in the old Lansdowne Road days. Beset with problems of life 
and mind that our materialism could not solve, dwelling intellectually on 
what are now to us the inhospitable shores of agnosticism, Annie Besant 
and I ever craved more light. We had read the Occult World, and in 
bye-gone years we had heard — who had not ? — of the strange woman 
whose life seemed to be a contradiction of our most cherished theories, but 
as yet the philosophy of the book was to us but assertion, the life of the 
woman a career which we had no means of examining. Sceptical, critical, 
trained by long years of public controversy to demand the most rigid 
scientific proof of things which were outside our experience, Theosophy was 
to us an unknown, and, as it then seemed, an impossible land. And yet it 
fascinated, for it promised much, and with talking, with reading, the fascina- 
tion grew. With the fascination also grew the desire to know, and so, on 
an ever-to-be remembered evening, with a letter of introduction from Mr. 
W. T. Stead, then editor of the Pall Mall Gazette, as our passport, we found 
ourselves face to face, in the drawing room of 17, Lansdowne Road, with 
the woman whom we afterwards learned to know and to love as the most 
wonderful woman of her time. 

I was not foolish enough to look for miracles, I did not expect to see 
Madame Blavatsky float, nor did I crave for materialised teacups, but I 
did want to hear about Theosophy, and I did not hear much. She whom we 
were there to see was a stout, unwieldy lady, playing Russian " Patience '*, 
and keeping; up a stream of conversation on nearly every subject except the 
one which was just then nearest our minds. No attempt at proselyting, no 
attempt to '* fix " us, (we were not hypnotised!) but all the while the 
wonderful eyes were flashing light, and, in spite of the bodily infirmity 
which was even then painfully apparent, there was a reserve of j>ower 
which gave the impression that we were seeing, not the real woman, but 
only the surface character of some one who had endured much, and who 
knew much. 

I tried to keep an open impartial mind, and 1 believe 1 succeeded. I 
was genuinely anxious to learn, but I was critical and on the watch for the 
slightest attempt at hoodwinking. When I afterwards discovered some- 
thing of H. P. B.'s extraordinary insight, I was not surprised to find that 
she had gauged accurately and unerringly my mental attitude on this my 
first visit, and it is an attitude which she never really discouraged. If 
those who talk so foolishly about her magnetising people could but know 
how she continually impressed upon us the absolute duty of proving all 
things and holding fast only to that which is good ! 

To go once was to go again, and so it came that after a few visits I 

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began to see light. I caught gHmpses of a lofty morality, of a self- 
sacrificing zeal, of a coherent philosophy of life, of a clear and definite 
science of man and his relation to a spiritual universe. These it was which 
attracted me — not phenomena, for I saw none. For the first time in my 
mental history I had found a teacher who could pick up the loose threads 
of my thought and satisfactorily weave them together, and the unerring 
skill, the vast knowledge, the loving patience of that teacher grew on me 
hour by hour. Quickly I learned that the so-called charlatan and 
trickster w^as a noble soul, whose every day was spent in unselfish work, 
whose whole life was pure and simple as a child's, who counted never the 
cost of pain or toil if these could advance the great cause to which her 
every energy was consecrated. Open as the day to a certain point, she 
was the incarnation of kindness — silent as the grave if need be, she was 
sternness personified at the least sign of faithlessness to the work which was 
her life. Grateful, so grateful for every affectionate attention, careless, so 
careless of all that concerned herself, she bound us to her, not simply as wise 
teacher, but as loving friend. Once I was broken down through long 
bodily and mental strain and the wheels of my life ran so heavily that they 
nearly stopped. Through it all her solicitude was untiring and one special 
proof of it that she gave, too personal to mention here, would have been 
thought of, perhaps, but by one in a million. 

Perfect — no; faults — yes; the one thing she would hate most of all 
would be the indiscriminate praise of her personality. Hut when 1 have 
said that she was impetuous as a whirlwind, a very cyclone 
when she was really roused, I have told nearly all. And I have often 
thought it was more than possible that some of these outbursts were 
assumed for a special object. Lately they had almost vanished. Her 
enemies sometimes said she was rough and rude. . We who knew her, 
knew that a more unconventional woman, in the very realest sense of the 
word, never lived. Her absolute indifference to all outward forms was a 
true indifference based upon her inner spiritual knowledge of the verities of 
the universe. Sitting by her when strangers came, as they did come from 
every corner of the earth, I have ofttn watched with the keenest amuse- 
ment their wonder at seeing a woman who always said what she thought. 
Given a prince and she would probably shock him, given a poor man and 
he would have her last shilling and lu r kindliest word. 

How meagre all this is I know full well. Of the real H. P. 1). we only 
caught occasional glimpses, and so necessarily we are thrown back on that 
human side of her life which appeals most to the human in us. Of her 
vast and profound knowledge this is not the time to speak, and if it were, 
how could one speak ? Only its ripples ever reached us, but those would 
make an ordinary ocean. Probably we shall never know all the why and 
the wherefore of her recent incarnation. In 1889 Annie Besant and I were 
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over with us in manuscript part of the Voice of the Silence. Looking back 
on that time, I remember that the passages over which she was most 
impressive were those which describe the toilsome ascent of the pilgrim- 
soul. In the copy of the book which she gave me and which will never 
leave me, she has written, " To Herbert Burrows, my old friend in another 
and better incarnation, from his ever-loving H. P. B." It may be that in 
those words lie part of the key to the life that we knew. 

Be that as it may, the real key for us is to be found in the example of 
her self-sacrificing devotion to her work. This is the note which was struck 
in the hearts of the hushed crowd who but yesterday gathered for the last 
time round the body of their loved teacher. That body has vanished from 
our sight, but the work remains. No great thought can ever die, no great 
effort for humanity can ever cease, but thought and effort can be accelerated 
by faitliful service for mankind. More than ever now is that service needed, 
and they who would read aright the lesson of H. P. B.'s Hfe will give that 
service unstintingly, ungrudgingly, if need be to the bitter end. 

Herbert Burrows, F.T.S. 

ifl&/\ V first acquaintance with Madame Blavatsky was in correspondence 
-ivj C.I upon the subject of western occultism, during the year 1887. 

I had often wished to see her, and had proposed to myself a way 
by which I could satisfy this desire, without in any way trespassing 
upon the slight acquaintance I had with the famous authoress of '* Isis 
Unveiled ". Some months passed, and, for reasons in which a reclusive 
disposition found some sort of consolation, I had not yet seen Madame 
Blavatsky. I was in daily correspondence with members of the Theo- 
sophical Society, and others interested in the special subjects of its 
investigation, and every day the fact of my not having seen the chief 
mover in the occult renaissance of the 19th century, was growing more 
and more a source of annoyance to me. Quite unexpectedly, and to my 
intense satisfaction, the matter shaped itself. A letter from a London 
friend informed me that he had arranged for a few friends to meet at 
his house to discuss some of the problems in which we were mutually 
interested, and that if I would go up to town that evening, he would take 
me round to see ** H.P.B." on the morrow. 

1 went — not to see my friends, nor to discuss problems, but — with 
the sole idea and purpose of seeing *' H.P.B." That evening it seemed 
that Time stood still for the special purpose of laughing at my impatience. 
At last, however, the morning dawned and grew into a fine summer day, 
and towards noon I found myself with my friend at the house in Notting 
Hill, whence, he informed me, all the life of the Theosophical Society 

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came. Entered, we were shown into the drawing-room, at least I 
presumed that was its appellation, though 1 have never seen, nor ever 
expect to see, another room like it. No, I was mistaken, for a few seconds 
later, in response to a familiar greeting from my friend, H.P.B. rose from 
her desk, where she had been hidden from view by an unusually large 
arm-chair, and came forward to receive us. 

The largest and brightest blue eyes I have ever seen opened widely 
upon me as she took my hand and gave me welcome. All the confusion 
I had secretly predicted for myself fled from me on her first words. I felt 
at home and at ease with H.P.B. at once. *'.No, I will not be called 
' Madame *, not by my best friend, there was nothing said of that when I 
was christened, and if you please I will be simply H.P.B. Have a seat 

there; you smoke of course; I'll make you a cigarette. E , you 

flapdoodle, (this to my friend), if you can find my tobacco box on the place 
there, I'll mistake you for a gentleman." Then amid some laughter, as 

playful and buoyant as that of a child, she explained to me that E 

and she were ** old friends " and that she was very fond of him, but that 
he often ** took advantage of her old age and innocence ", and amid some 
repartee the tobacco was produced, and H.P.B. made cigarettes for each 
of us. Then we settled down to more serious talk, H.P.B. asking me 
about my studies in Theosophy and western occultism, and telling me of 
the success of the Theosophical movement, and how the people said this 
and that, and how the papers said much more, and that all were wrong 
because they did not understand, and had forgotten their history books 
and could not see where the movement was going to. And then she asked 
me to tell her about myself, and gave me some practical advice, and soon 
afterwards I had taken leave of the most interesting person that I had 
ever seen. 

Such were the circumstances which led to my personal acquaintance 
with my beloved and revered teacher and friend. I was most pleasurably 
impressed with all that I had heard and seen during my brief visit to the 
home of the Theosophists, and the impression I most vividly recollect of 
H.P.B. herself, was of her surpassing kindliness of manner, her fearless 
candour, her remarkable vivacity, and above all the enthusiasm with 
which she spoke of the work which lay before the Theosophical Society. 
When, many months later, it was suggested that I should go to live at the 
London Headquarters, then in Lansdowne Road, I was only too glad to do 
so ; indeed I would have gone anywhere in order to have come more 
directly under the pure strong influence of H.P.B.'s example and teaching. 
The impressions I had first formed of her character remained unchanged 
during all my intimate association with her, until her passing away. In 
all my difficulties, whether in study or work, I have ever found her a wise 
counsellor and a strong guide. In sickness or sorrow she has always been 
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inv life in the double capacity of friend and teacher as she lias done, and 
there is none to whom my gratitude so willingly flows. 

I have said that H. P. B. was enthusiastic in her devotion to the cause 
which she had the honour of representing to the world. None who has 
had the privilej^e of working with H.F.B. could make any doubt upon 
this point. One of her first letters to me, phrased in her pecuhar foreign 
way, informed me that ** the first volume of my book (the Secret Doctrine) 
is from the press, and I am up since irivc o'clock these days'. Her powers 
of endurance were equal in every respect to her great sense of devotion. 
She was an incessant worker. I have seen her at her desk as early as six 
o'clock in the morning, and often in the coldest days of the winter months, 
several sheets had passed under her pen before she took breakfast. 
Her application and tenacity were oftentimes a source of wonderment 
to me, especially when I considered that a great part of her life 
had been spent in the restless excitement of travel and adventure. 
Whatever may be the respective merits of the many Causes for 
which men and women have worked and died, certain it is that none 
have served them more fervently, persistently and painfully, than 
H. P. B. has served that of Theosophy. The night before her departure 
she was at her desk for a few minutes, effecting the last disposition of her 
papers ; an editorial lay half-completed upon her desk, when for the last 
time she laid her pen aside to go to her passing rest. 1 was present at her 
departure, her right hand grew cold in mine. I will not attempt to describe 
my feelings when the consciousness of our loss, temporary though it may 
be, first dawned upon my mind. These moments of exquisite pain, when 
self-compassion, and a joy for the rest that had come to one I loved, 
tore my being in twain with their wild contest, will ever remain among the 
sacred memories of my life. 

The last words from her pen were in defence of the truth for which 
she had lived ; her dying lips framed words of encouragement to those 
upon whom the chief work would fall by her departure. What though 
many in the outside world have denied to her that honesty of purpose which 
they would be the first to claim for themselves, what though her untiring 
efforts in the cause of the Truth were repaid by the slanders and scoffs and 
sneers of the superficial crowd, and though her friendship was betrayed by 
the wounded vanity of a few fading personalities, yet she was unchecked 
in her purpose, and beyond the belief and desire of all her oppo- 
nents, successful in the task she had undertaken in the face of such 
enormous discouragement. Those at least who lived with her, and best 
knew her, can tell how pure and unselfish was her whole nature, and how 
inspiring her teaching and her example. Nothing that 1 can say could 
add anything to the inherent beauty and purity of her character, and it is 
only with a feeling of grateful devotion and duty that 1 pen this feeble 
tribute to the memory of my greatest friend. Walter R. Old, F.T.S. 

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H. ^. IBlabatskn as stm tijrottgb b^r Wiaxk, 

AVING joined the Theosophical Society in 1878, just as Madame 
Hlavatsky and Col. Olcott were leaving America for India, and 
having followed the fortune of the Society ever since with increasing interest 
up to the time of H. P. B.'s death, it has occurred to me that the reasons that 
ha ve led me, step by step, to the present time, may not be without interest 
to the readers of Lucifer. It is not my purpose to write even an epitome of 
the Theosophical movement, or to attempt to show Madame Blavatsky's 
relations thereto, but rather to give a distant view of the teacher, as seen in 
her work, and show how her motive and aim may be discerned therefrom. 

Coming to the T. S. doctrines from the orthodox protestant communion 
through familiarity with modern science, and philosophers like Herl)ert 
Spencer, these studies were immediately followed by mystical writers like 
Jacob Bohme, when at this point my attention was attracted to /sis 

The result of all previous studies had been most unsatisfactory. Th e 
old religious creeds and theological interpretations of Christianity had been 
altogether repudiated ; and while the materialism into which modern 
science was obviously drifting was still less satisfactory, as giving the 
meaning of life, the nature and destiny of man, there lingered a feeling that 
there must be, after all, an element of truth and a beneficent purpose in 
the old religions. 1 was still earnestly searching for that which I had all 
along been unable to find, and yet which I felt must somewhere exist. 

Two or three times 1 took up one of the volumes of Isis, only to lay it 
down, discouraged by the idea that 1 must read it through in order to know 
what it contained, and life at that time seemed very short, and time always 
precious. To *' scan " these books hastily, and get, as 1 had often done 
with other volumes, a good general idea of their contents, seemed impossible. 
One day I opened the first volume, *' Science ", and certain references 
therein to the Freemasons arrested my attention. I read on and on, 
and always with increasing interest. Before I had read to the end of the 
volume I began to hunt for some clue to the author. Who was ** H. P. 
Blavatsky " ? I had found in the volumes certain references to a *' Theo- 
sophical Society ". What was Theosophy, and what objects had the 
Society in view ? At last my interest became so great that I wrote a letter 
of enquiry to the publisher, Mr. Bouton, and the result was a most kind 
and courteous response from H. P. Blavatsky herself. A more specific 
letter of enquiry was followed by another kind answer, and by my joining 
tli€ Society. 

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Soon after arriving in India H. P. B. wrote me again in regard to the 
Theosophist, just then getting out its first number and requested me to 
answer any attacks upon, or misrepresentations regarding the T.S. From 
that time till her residence at Avenue Road, she wrote me at considerable 
intervals of time and whenever occasion specially required. 

Obtaining, from clues given in Isis, a more definite idea of that for 
which 1 had been so long in search, as also of its ear-marks in many 
directions, I soon learned the sign-manual of the true occultist, viz.y the 
absence of all egotism. As soon as I found a writer exploiting a doctrine 
for either personal fame or profit, I learned first to distrust, and finally to 
discard him. Applying this test to H. P. B., as 1 did from the beginning, 
I found her in the face of her immense knowledge never egotistic, and not 
only from every sign and all reliable information, free from all personal 
pride or ambition, but rejecting everything offered to herself in the way of 
adulation or revenue. If one called her great or wise, she replied, " I am 
but the servant of Masters who are indeed great ". Before leaving America 
she became a naturalized citizen of the U.S., and in doing so lost her 
pension from the Russian Government. The expense of founding the 
Society, of removing its headquarters to India, of starting the TheosophisU 
and of many other items, was largely borne by H. P. B. and Col. Olcott, 
while at the same time the small fees for dues, diplomas, etc., went in every 
instance into the treasury of the Society. 1 never knew her to solicit money 
in any way, even for the propaganda, and whenever presents of money 
were made to her they invariably went into the general fund of the Society. 

I speak of these matters here, although so generally known, because as 
year after year went by, they furnished additional confirmation that here 
was no selfish egotist, no " adventuress ", but a worker for truth and 
for humanity who utterly sank herself in her work. This chain of evidence, 
beginning from the foundation of the Society and ending only at her last 
breath, is unbroken. Nor have I ever seen one particle of evidence to the 
contrary, though ignorant and unscrupulous persons have made all sorts of 
baseless and absurd charges against her. 

1 regard this line of evidence as of great importance for the reason that 
every other movement of modern times, claiming to work on similar lines, 
with which I am acquainted, and I know a good many personally and 
intimately, is open to the charge of exploitation for both money and 
personal aggrandisement. H. P. B. sometimes made the statement that 
some of these organizations had stolen the livery of Theosophy for the 
purpose of personal profit ; and in several instances, taking their professions 
at face-value with the reserved right of withdrawing if I found them other- 
wise, 1 joined them for the^purpose of learning whether they were indeed 
true, and if they were working unselfishly on Theosophical lines. In every 
single instance their professions were false, and their boasted wisdom a 
delusion and a snare. One society was exploited by a convicted felon with 

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great pretensions and manuscripts *' borrowed " from the ** literary remains " 
of P. B. Randolph. The test to which I referred in the early part of this 
paper is unfailing, and those who are inexperienced in such matters will do 
well to bear it in mind. The true teacher of arcane wisdom who really 
aims at the betterment of man is never egotistic, ambitious, mercenary, or 
time-serving. For fourteen years I have applied this test to H. P. B. with 
the result of confirming all my earlier impressions. She sacrificed fortune, 
fame, health, and at last life itself, for an idea, and that idea was first and 
last the teaching of the truths of Theosophy for the benefit of humanity. 

Coming now to her teaching itself; those who have charged her 
followers — those who were glad to be taught and led by her — with foolish 
credulity or blind fanaticism, are invariably those who speak without 
knowledge, and malign without evidence. 

If I examined her method and motive, I also critically examined the 
grounds of her knowledge, and the evidence of her statements. Every one 
who has ever read her larger works, even with curious and literary interest, 
has remarked the almost innumerable references to many books in many 
languages and written in almost every age. Profound, indeed, would be 
the knowledge and priceless the opportunity, of him who had the ability 
and the opportunity to verify all these references. He might, indeed, find 
here and there inaccuracies ; what wonder, when these references were 
known to have been made apparently from memory, for it is well attested 
that she had a small number of volumes of any sort within her reach, and 
for months together never left the house in which she was living. 
Fortunately I have one of the largest libraries of occult and rare books to 
be found in America, and as my studies progressed I kept buying books to 
which she referred in IsiSj in the Secret Doctrine, and in her almost number- 
less fugitive essays, for the purpose of verifying her statements as well as 
for further research. Through the clues thus afforded by her writings I 
was almost unconsciously gathering a mass of testimony in support of the 
old wisdom religion. Given, now, an individual of fair mtelligence, 
capable of estimating evidence, and loyal at all times to the simple truth, 1 
could undertake to support the great bulk of H. P. B.'s teaching by outside 
and overwhelming testimony. 

There is also another, and entirely different, line of evidence ; I have 
already early in this paper referred to the Freemasons. It was at this 
point that I first became attracted to H. P. B.'s writings and joined the 
Society ; I had been through thirty-two degrees of Masonry, and had here, as 
in the orthodox religions, found something wanting. There were, indeed, 
traditions of ** Ancient Landmarks ", and that Masonry had originally been 
given to man ** by God Himself", but what the&e ancient land-marks really 
were, or how and when the G. A. of T. U. had revealed them to man was 
nowhere to be discovered. 

In other words, there was the evidence of glyphics, and the meaning 

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of symbolism ; and here my first real clue was derived from H. P. B. A 
friend of mine who has probably made more discoveries in the ancient 
Kabbala than anyone known to modern times, and who had devoted more 
than twenty years to this special line of work, raised once certain enquiries 
concerning his own researches, and expressed the doubt that any man then 
living could or would answer his entjuiries. I suggested that he should write 
to H. P. B. in regard to the matter, and after some delay he did so. The 
result was nearly forty pages of very closely-written MSS. answering every 
question he had raised, and adding a fund of information that astonished 
the recipient beyond all measure. This gentleman is not and never has 
been a member of the T.S., but to the present time he declares his 
conviction that H. P. B. was the most profound and wonderful woman of 
this or of any age. He, a specialist for half a Hfetime in an obscure and 
unknown field, found H. P. B. perfectly familiar with all his work. 

But why multiply evidence on these lines so familiar to all who have 
really any knowledge of the subject of which 1 write ? If such methods of 
examination and such tests constantly applied for fourteen years constitute 
one a ** blind follower " and an '' unreasoning enthusiast ", then am 1 all 
that and more. Mine is not the pen to write a biography of H. P. B., nor to 
estimate the value and magnitude of her work. These are but brief personal 
reminiscences of one who never saw her, who could not, therefore, come 
under her personal magnetism, nor be in any way prejudiced by personal 
contact. From the beginning 1 have measured the work of H. P. B. by 
itself, as well as by every available test and comparison, and allowed it to 
stand or fall on its merit. The time has now come when every one at all 
interested in the teachings and work of the T. S. must apply this 
discriminating method, and if the student be in real earnest and ready to 
accord to truth its owa intrinsic value the result can be in nowise 
uncertain. There is no record of any such teacher in the western world 
since our boasted ** civilization " emerged from barbarism. 

If it be just to judge a tree by its fruit, a character b}' its service to 
humanity, and a personality by its self- forget fulness, then will H. P. 
Blavatsky soon be recognised in her true character, and placed among the 
benefactors of humanity. 

Her mission remains to the Society she came forth to found. If its 
members have not apprehended her mission, then, indeed, have they studied 
in vain, and she hath imagined a vain thing. Those who have received 
most through larger opportunity and from personal contact with the 
teacher, have the larger duty. 

"Nay, O thou candidate for Nature's hidden lore ! 
If one would follow in the steps of holy TathsLgata, 
Those gifts and powers are not for Self." 

But what if the disciple prove forgetful and untrue, and wander off in search 
of Self? The teachings still remain, and truer disciples yet will come to carry 
on her work. A tidal wave raised by her hand has already swept around 

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the world. Its pulses throb in every artery of life. The Society has but to 
feed the body already transfused with a newer life, to keep it intact as a 
whole, and to draw from exhaustless sources already in their keeping, 
to move the world, as it has not been moved for many a weary century. 
The nucleus of a Universal Brotherhood is already formed. Shall this Laya- 
centre lift humanity and enlighten the world ? H. P. B. is not dead. 
There is no death. H. P. B. has diffused her life into the Theosophical 
Society, bidding them again diffuse its vital stream to every soul that 
breathes ; adding their life-force to hers, and so to pass it on, involving all ; 
enlightening all ; redeeming all from selfishness and sin. *^ Death " was 
her most heroic deed. It marks and means renewed life. Hitherto 
we have received, now we must give. Hitherto we have learned; 
now, like her, we must teach. The harvest is ready, and the 
reapers are not a few, and the golden grain shall not fall back into the 
ground, nor be devoured by the beasts of the fields and the fowls of the air, 
for an innumerable host that no man can number stand hungry and waiting 
>\dthout. They are waiting without, foot-sore and weary with life. They 
have waited long, clamouring for bread, and receiving only a stone, and 
here is the One only Truth that can feed and satisfy the starving soul ; the 
one truth that to the last analysis can satisfy the reasoning mind, and give 
new life and hope to the sorrowing heart of humanity. Let us push on the 
work of H. P. B. 

J. D. Buck, F.T.S. 

^ht CDpininn of a ll|in5u abnnt W.^-tS. 

[The subjoined Paper was not published in January, because H. P. B. ivas the 
Editor of Lucifer; I print it here now, anions the many testimonies to her great 
ivorth. — Ed.] 


IN perusing the article headed, ''The Theosophical Society and 
H.P.B.", by Mrs. A. Besant in the December number of Lucifer, 1 
was struck with several things, and although I cannot fully express my 
mind on all that I think and know about the subject, I yet feel myself 
constrained to speak a few words on it. 

There is not the least doubt that H. P. B. is a woman of mysterious 
and wonderful occult powers, and must have acquired them, I believe, with 
great, very great difficulty and drawbacks ; for now-a-days it is very rare to 
find out, t.^., to recognise, a powerful Yogi in India, and especially to 
succeed in getting anything out of him ; the more so by a woman born of 
Mlecha tribe. That, however, somehow or other — hew, it is more than I 

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can say — she has succeeded in getting the key of the true Hindu and 
therefore of the subsequent Buddhistic Secret Philosophy, there can be no 
(Question, no doubt and no hesitation about it. Those who really under- 
stand anything about the sublime and mysterious philosophy of the 
Hindus — including the Hindus themselves — can at once find out what she 
knows and what she is ; it does not require the demonstration of her occult 
powers to convince such a person. A few words on the real point, nay, 
only one word and the sign of a particular place, and he knows at once 
what she is. 

I am not known to the Theosophical Society in India, England, or 
America, although I know H. P. B. very well. 1 am not a Russian, an 
Englishman, or an American, and therefore I have no earthly reason to 
speak well or ill of a person, unless I am thoroughly convinced of the one 
thing or the other. Add to this the fact that I am a Hindu and a Brahmin 
of the high caste, and then you will be able to judge what motive can have 
actuated me, txcept truth, in speaking one word in favour of a person who, 1 
must say, does not do justice to the philosophy of my ancestors, by reveal 
ingit to the Ausoon of the West, who are every inch Mlecha, in spite of all 
their vaunted civilisation and modern science. 

Those who call H. P. B. ** a fraud " are much mistaken, they do not 
know her. I would be glad to give up everything I have in this world to 
become such a fraud, if anybody will come forward to teach me. Is it not 
sufficient for the Westerns to know that a proud Brahmin, who knows not 
how to bend liis body before any mortal being in this world, except his 
superiors in relation or religion, joins his hands like a submissive child 
before the white Yogini of the West ? Why so ? because she is no longer 
a Mlecha woman ; she has passed that stage; and every Hindu — the purest 
of the pure amongst the Brahmins — would be proud and delighted to call 
her Hindu and a mother — there is no doubt about it. India cannot forget 
her, has not forgotten her, and the Hindus will, at no distant time, get their 
Yogini back to their house. They may be careless and ignorant, but they 
are certainly not ungrateful or faithless, like most of the civilised people of 
the West. I am really very sorry for the conduct of some of my mistaken 
countrymen, during the Coulomb farce on the missionary stage in India, who 
for fear of disclosing the names of the Yogis to the people of the West, lost 
no time in concealing the fact, so as to make it appear that there were no 
real Yogis in India at all. 1 myself certainly do not like the idea of publish- 
ing the Secret Philosophy of the East for the information of the people of 
the West, who have nothing but contempt and hatred for everything called 
Eastern, and especially Indian ; there may be very, very few exceptions to 
these ; but there is one consolation in this ; that those books are dead 
letters for the Saheb hks unless fully explained, and H. P. B. is the only 
person who can explain them in the West. But I sincerely hope that slie 
will not abuse her authority, unless with the consent of those from whom 

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she received. As a Brahmin, I would always object, and I consider it my 
duty to do so, to the publishing of the secret sublime Truths of my religion 
and ancestors, especially amongst the people whose food is beef, who drink 
spirituous liquors, and have beds composed of spring cushions made of 
down and feathers/* It is very easy to envy the powers possessed b}- 
others, and to wish to possess the same ; but it is very, very difficult to 
attain these, more difficult than I am able to express. 

Rai B. K. Laheri, F.T.S. 

Hffto an A-gnoatic 5ato #er. 

ROM stale, grey London we were whirled out among the green fields 
and through masses of fruit trees white as the vesture of Soracte'sfhill, 
that day we followed to the furnace the mortal remains of Helena Petrovna 
Blavatsky. Away we were whirled through plains grazed by fat oxen that 
would have made a holocaust worthy to have celebrated the victory of 
Plataea, and through a gloomy plantation of resinous pine that would havt^ 
made a funeral pyre for Patroclus. And, from among the bushes, the birds 
sang as merrily as they did erst in Eden, and the primroses prinkt the green 
slopes as fragrantly and daintily as in the old romantic days, when they 
bore up the dancing feet of Titania and Oberon beneath the light of the moon. 

And on we sped with our dead through that blue-skied afternoon in 
the month of May. We bore no warrior to the pyre. We needed no oxen 
and resinous pine. We hasted to a mortuary furnace more intense than ever 
reddened the heavens round Ilium, or rendered Gehenna hideous with 
unctuous smoke and the odour of smouldering bones. 

We were accompanying to the flames an oracle, a sphinx, or a sibyl, 
rather than anything that the world commonly produces in its ordinary 
villages and towns. We accompanied the remains of what erst was the 
madcap girl of Ekaterinoslow, who, with nuptial withes, had, as a freak, 
tied her wild and impetuous young heart to that of tame and frosty age ; 
and had since, in every realm of this planet of ours, thought and toiled and 
suffered, and had been misunderstood and calumniated. She felt her 
strength, and knew the weakness of the chattering imbeciles that, m the 
census-return, make up the millions of a country's population. Mabel 
Collins tells the truth when she says that Madame Blavatsky had a con- 
tempt for mankind ; but forgets to say that it was an affectionate contempt. 

** A true Hindu would never care for the Western civilisation which, like an onion, 
only emits a strong smell of a peculiar kind, too much provocative of passion, and dis- 
closes no substance when the several skins are taken off. 

t T/*/^ Hor., Ode ix 

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She was neither pessimist nor misanthropist. She was simply an upright 
a nd romantically honest f^iantess, who measured herself with the men and 
women with whom she came in contact, and felt the contrast, and was not 
hypocrite enough to pretend she did not feel it. But she did not call 
even those who reviled and wronged her by a more bitter epithet than 
" f]a] doodles ''. Such assailants as even the Coulcmbs and Dr. Coues she 
referred to with exprtssitns equivalent to '* Father, forgive them, for they 
know not what they do", even when these assailants were doing their best 
to cut her, soul and body, with numerous and ghastly wounds, and to fill 
them with salt and salve them with vitriol. 

She had no more rancour against the '' flapdoodles " than I have against 
my butt, ** Mr. John Smith, nonconformist and cheesemonger"; and my 
ill-will towards him is shown by my working away for him year after year 
barring up my path to literary renown and worldly success, and becoming pre- 
maturely blind and grey-haired, wrinkled and old, for his sake. If Madame 
Hlavatskv, like everv other ambitious man and woman, had flattered the 
** flapdoodles " and catered to their prejudices, they would have paid her 
for her services and awarded her the kind of excellentlv stale character that 
would obtain one a situation as a Methodist preacher. But she was not one 
of the Methodist preacher type, and they give her a character (vidt Coues 
and others) that would obtam for the very devil a more exalted position 
in hell. She declined to place her feet in the very marks in which Mrs. 
Grundy trod, even as an eagle could not be made to walk for leagues on the 
hoof- prints of an ass. She at one time amused some gapers and gazers 
with specimens of home-made '' miracles" ; and these " miracles", light as 
a game at Nap, they elected to associate with Theosophy, which, com- 
pared with a frivolous game at Nap, is serious as the cannonading at 
Trafalgar. They judged her on the testimony of a snake she had warmed 
in her bosom, a Madame Coulomb, a renegade friend, the most venomous 
viper the world knows of, especially if the viper be a female one. And on 
the coilings and wrigglings and hissings of this adder they are mean enough 
and mediocre enough to base devilish aspersions against the strong, brave, 
and simple woman with the remains of whom we travel on to the furnace at 
Woking. Such was the tenour of my contemplations by the way. 

One in a wagon-load of uncraped mourners, I reached the crematorium. 
It is a red-brick building, which, in appearance, seems a mongrel between a 
chapel, a-tile-kiln and a factory chimney. You enter by a mortuary chapel, 
passing through which you emerge through heavy folding doors of oak, and 
find yourself in an apartment, in the middle of the floor of which, and end 
to you, there is a great iron object like the boiler of a locomotive, but 
supported by and embedded in masonry. The Theosophists crow*d round 
this boiler-looking object with anxious but decorous curiosity, to gratify 
which one of the attendants turned, on the end of the object, an iron snib 
which left a circular orifice about the size of a crown piece. Those present 

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looked in succession into this opening ; most, I noticed, gave one quick 
glance, and turned away with an involuntary shudder. When it came to 
my turn to peep in I wondered not that my predecessors had shuddered. 
If Virgil or Milton or Dante had ever seen such an Inferno, they would 
never have written about the Inferno at all, relinquishing the theme as 
utterly ineffable. Inside that furnace was filled with towels of fire whisked 
by the arm of the very devil himself. I can look on a common furnace ; 
but I shall never again peep through that iron eye-let into the viscera 
of hell. 

As I was so contemplating, the hearse arrived and drew up on the 
gravel in front of the door of the mortuary chapel. Into the chapel the 
coffin was borne and laid upon an oaken tressel, and we all stood up and 
uncovered. The coffin was literally laden with and hidden in flowers, and a 
heavy perfume pervaded the air. Under those flowers lay the mortal 
remains of her who was dear to all of us, and had wielded a personal 
influence such as mere mediocrity, however amiable, could never have 
exercised. The glamour with which she evoked towards herself human 
respect and affection was a greater ** miracle " than any her traducers have 
drawn our attention to. It was equalled only by the envenomed hate 
towards her with which she could apparently inspire her enemies. And 
how she could have enemies at all is a ** miracle " to me ; for, in spite of her 
tremendous attainments and unrivalled talent, she had not a vestige of pedan- 
tic assumption, and had the simple heart of a child. ** Impostor " indeed ! 
She was almost the only mortal I have ever met who was not an impostor. 
And the flagrant and apparent ignorance of those who style her so is con- 
temptible. They allege that she ** founded a new religion '\ Where and 
when did either she or hers make such claim ? On the authority of men- 
dacious popular gossip, they allege that the '* new religion " like the baleful 
old mockery of a religion that is in this country, by law established, was 
attested by thaumaturgy and miracle. They are ignorant of the very 
elements of Theosophy who make such a charge. Even if you were to take 
it for granted that, by a clever juggle, Madame Blavatsky found a tea-cup 
under the ground and mystically mended a trayful of broken china, the fact 
would have no more connection with Theosophy than Tenterden Church 
has with the Goodwin Sands, or lawn tennis with Christianity. Ye sneerers 
of cheap sneers, read ** Isis Unveiled ", ** The Secret Doctrine ", and the 
** Key to Theosophy ", and you will find that Theosophy is, most likely, 
something too high for your comprehension, but something that is 
immeasurably removed from the possibility of being assisted by the 
legerdemain of a charlatan or the jugglery of a mountebank. 

Mr. G. R. S. Mead, a young gentleman of refined features and much 
spirituelle of expression, stepped forward to the head of the coffin of her to 
whom he had been private secretary and attached friend. There, in the 
most solemn hush, he read an impressive address impressively. As his 


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silvery voice rose and fell in melancholy cadence, I was wafted away as 
in a vision to the glen where — 

" In accents soft and calm, 
Kilmahoe gave out the psalm/' 

among the heathery hills of my own loved land, to sterner and less literate 
heretics who were persecuted with fire and steel, even as the heretics among 
whom 1 now stood were persecuted with sneering and calumny. 

But, while thus musing, the door from the crematorium into the chapel 
opened, and four employes, who did not look exactly like either stokers or 
butchers, but had some resemblance to each, entered, and, in a business- 
like manner, went two to each end of the tressel, and, raising it by its four 
handles, moved off with it through the doorway. Four Theosophists who 
had known and loved Madame Blavatsky, and had, like myself, found the 
grandest and the worst-abused woman in the world identical, followed her 
remains through that ^vide doorway down to the furnace. The mass of 
flowers wafted us another wealth of fragrance as they disappeared, and the 
great doorway was slammed and bolted with a decisive mastery suggestive 
of the fall of the portculHs in Hades. 

Tressel, coffin, and flowers had gone. They were now behind that 
inexorable door, as also the mortal remains of the strongest, bravest, and 
noblest woman that shall ever grasp this poor trembling hand, all too mean 

and weak to write her obsequies. " Give up thy life if thou wouldst live 

Before he cast his shadow off" his mortal coil, that pregnant course of anguish and 

illimitable pain, in him will men a great and holy Buddha honour When 

to the Permanent is sacrificed the mutable, the prize is thine : the drop 
returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless 
change — Nirvana, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human 

Since Madame Blavatsky's arrival in England the Theosophic move- 
ment has made steady progress, principally among the influential and 
educated ; for, like Positivism, it offers no haven of mental indolence and 
moral lethargy for the unlettered and unthinking. The most notable 
English convert is Mrs. Annie Besant, whom we always predicted would, 
in time, relinquish the cold this-tvorldism of the Secularist. 

Anyone with the capacity to recognise human greatness and to discern 
the Shehinah light of Genius — and this is written by one who has looked in 
the face of Carlyle — could not fail to know that the world held only one 
Madame Blavatsky. There was a charm in the sublime simplicity of her 
manner which drew^ her followers to her as the horse-shoe magnet attracts 
the steel filings. She struck you as a square-headed, rough -featured, stout, 
carelessly-draped, Oliver Cromwell-looking personage, as you sat alone 
with her over coffee and smoking with her cigarettes of her own making ; 

* "The Voice of the Silence," translated and annotated by \\. P. Blavatsky. 

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but she had that overflow of soul which falls to the lot of few, and such 
as might, but for superior mental fibre and balance, have impelled her, 
like Wiertz and Blake, to ride on steeds of fire while the multitude 
deemed their genius dashed with madness. Hers had been a life 
of storm, toil, and unrest, which had left their autographs written 
cruelly upon her face, and had originated or accentuated incurable 
illness. She kept herself among us by taking doses of arsenic which 
would have killed the strongest. And yet she was cheerful and sociable, 
incapable of an ungenerous thought, and she had not a mean drop of blood 
in her veins. 

Her manners and mode and matter of speech were far too uncon- 
ventional for the drawing-room. She could use expressions of expletive 
force which are compatible with dashing dragoons rather than with 
simpering dudes. She had that tremendous strength of idiosyncrasy which 
can dispense with receiving lessons in deportment from the dancing-master. 
The feeble yew looks best when clipped and pruned ; but the forest oak 
appears to most advantage in the possession of the full length and strength 
of his great arms with which he has grappled with the roaring storm. 

Theosophy or no Theosophy, the most extraordinary woman of our 
century, or of any century, has passed away. Yesterday the world had one 
Madame Blavatsky — to-day it has none. The matrix of heredity environ- 
ment in which she was moulded has been broken. Through the coming 
ages of time or eternity shall the shattered fragments of that matrix 
be gathered up and refixed, and another Helena Petrovna Hahn be born 
upon the earth, when the earth is sane enough not to misunderstand her, 
to persecute her, and seek to bury her name in a cataclysm of falsehood, 
hatred, and slander ? 

Any discriminating person who came in contact with her could easily 
understand why she was so dearly loved, and no less easily conjecture why she 
was so bitterly hated. She wore her heart upon her sleeve. Unfortunately 
for anyone who hopes to *' get on " in this world, she did not possess even a 
single rag of the cloak of hypocrisy. She rattled away rather than 
conversed upon persons and principles in merry sarcasm and happy 
cynicism, but, to those who could understand her, without even a suspicion 
of bitterness or malevolence. She had none of that restrained precision in 
utterance in regard to friends and contemporaries which ladies in society 
adopt. She meant no ill, and so it did not occur to her that she could 
speak any evil. She was, if you Hke, too simple and ingenuous and straight- 
forward ; she wanted in discretion ; she was entirely lacking in hypocrisy ; 
and thus she became an easy butt for the envenomed arrows of her 

Now, through dark death and the crematorium fire, she has passed 
from among us, ye slanderers. Apart from the nobihty of her soul and the 
magnitude of her achievements, I cherish dearly the memory of one I loved, of 

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a misunderstood one whom 1 uncierstood, and one of the very few who ever 

understood me. The mystery to which we are passing may be the richer for 

her presence ; but this mediocre world of ours is all the poorer for her loss. 

Her demise falls heavily upon me who was of her brotherhood, but who do 

not share in the stoical consolations of her creed. 

To her followers she is still alive. The Madame Blavatsky I knew 

** can in the mind of no Theosophist be confounded with the mere physical 

instrument which served it for but for one brief incarnation ''. But I lay 

not firm enough hold upon this doctrine for it to give consolation to me. The 

Madame Blavatsky 1 knew is dead to me. Of course, all that might be 

permanent or impermanent of her still whirls in the vortex of the universe ; 

but she lives to me only as do others on the roll of the good and great, by 

the halo of her memory and the inspiration of her example. Her followers 

are gnostic on grave issues of teleology on which I am only agnostic. 

They have unbroken communion with their dead ; but 1 am left to mourn. 

It is not for me to altogether overleap the barriers of sense, and, by the 

divine light of spiritual perception, behold help extended to me from that awful 

bourne from which no traveller returns. To me Madame Blavatsky is dead, 

and another shadow has fallen athwart my life, which has never had much 

sunshine to bless it. 


(In Agnostic Journal,) 


H^ J- !• at (^u^Vitn. 

N the spring of 1884 H. P. B. was staying in Rue Notre Dame des 
Champs, Paris, and in the house were living Col. Olcott, Mohini M. 
Chatterji and the writer. Part of the time Bertram Keightley was 
also there. As always since I have known H. P. B. during the past 
seventeen years, she was there as elsewhere engaged daily with her writing, 
save for an occasional drive or visit. Many visitors from all classes were 
constantly calling, and among the rest came the Countess d'Adhemar, who at 
once professed a profound admiration for H. P. B. and invited her to come 
to the Chateau owned by the Count at Enghien, just outside the city, includ- 
ing in her invitation myself and Mohini Chatterji. Bertram Keightley was also 
invited for a few days. The invitation was accepted and we all went out to 
Enghien, where H. P. B. was given two large rooms downstairs and the 
others slept in rooms on the upper floors. Every convenience was given to 
our beloved friend, and there she continued her writing, while I at her 
request carefully read over, sitting in the same room, his Unveiled ^ making 
indices at the foot of each page, as she intended to use it in preparing the 
Secret Doctrine. 

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A lake was at one side of the house and extensive grounds covered 
with fine timber hid the building from the road, part being a well kept fruit 
and flower garden. A slight description of the rooms is necessary. Wide 
stairs led up to the hall ; on one side, which we may call the road front, was 
the billiard room, the high window of which opened upon the leaden roof of 
the porch ; the dining room looked out at the back over the edge of the 
lake, and the drawing room opened from it on the other side at right angles 
to the side of the billiard room. This drawing room had windows opening 
on three sides, so that both garden and lake could be seen from it. In it 
was the grand piano at the end and side opposite the dining room door, and 
between the two side windows was a marble slab holding ornaments ; 
between the windows, at the end near the piano, was the fireplace, and at that 
corner was one of the windows giving a view of the lake. Every evening 
it was the custom to spend some time in the drawing room in conversation, 
and there, as well as in the dining room, took place some phenomena which 
indeed were no more interesting than the words of H. P. B., whether those 
were witty, grave or gay. Very often Countess d'Adhemar's sister played 
the piano in a manner to delight even H. P. B., who was no mean judge. 
I remember well one melody, just then brought out in the world of Paris, 
which pleased her immensely, so that she often asked for its repetition. It 
was one suggestive of high aspiration and grandiose conceptions of nature. 
Many lively discussions with the Count on one side and H. P. B. on the 
other had place there, and often in the very midst of these she would 
suddenly turn to Mohini and myself, who were sitting listening, to repeat 
to us the very thoughts then passing in our brains. 

Count d'Adhemar did not ask for the production of phenomena, but 
often said that could he and a few of his friends be convinced about 
Theosophy perhaps much good would result in France. Some of us desired 
in our hearts that in the home of such kind friends phenomena might occur, 
but none suggested it to H. P. B. But one day at dinner, when there were 
present the Count and Countess, their son Raoul, H. P. B., Mohini, the 
Countess' sister, myself, and one other, the strong and never-to-be- 
forgotten perfume which intimate friends of H. P. B. knew so well as often 
accompanying phenomena or coming of itself, floated round and round the 
table, plainly perceptible to several and not perceived either before or 
afterwards. Of course many sceptics will see nothing in this, but the writer 
and others well know that this of itself is a phenomenon, and that the 
perfume has been sent for many miles through the air as a message from 
H. P. B. or from those hidden persons who often aided in phenomena or in 
teachings. At this dinner, or at some other during the visit, we had all just 
come in from the flower garden. I had plucked a small rosebud and 
placed it upon the ed^e of the tumbler between myself and the Countess* 
sister who was on my left, H. P. B. being seated on my right. This lady 
began to talk of phenomena, wondering if H. P. B. could do as related of 

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the Indian yogis. 1 replied that she could if she would, but did not ask 

her, and added that she could make even that small rosebud bloom at 

once. Just then H. P. B. stretched her hand out towards the rose, not 

touching it, and said nothing, continuing at once her conversation and the 

dinner. We watched the bud until the end of the meal and saw that it 

grew in that space of time much larger and bloomed out into a rose nearly 

full grown. 

On another evening after we had all been in the drawing room for some 

time, sitting without lights, the moon shining over the lake and all nature 

being hushed, H. P. H. fell into a thoughtful state. Shortly she rose and 

stood at the corner window looking over the water, and in a moment a flash 

of soft light shot into the room and she quietly smiled. Reminding me of 

this (*vening the Clountess d'Adhemar writes in this month of June: — 

'* H. P. B. seemed wrapped in thought, when suddenly she rose from 
hfr chair, advanced to the opcin window, and raising her arm with a com- 
manding gesture, faint music was heard in the distance, which advancing 
nearer and nearer broke into lovely strains and filled the drawing room 
where we were all sitting. Mohini threw himself at H. P. B.'s feet 
and kissed the hem of her robe, which action seemed the appropriate 
outcoming of the profound admiration and respect we all felt toward the 
wonderful being w^hose loss w^e will never cease to mourn." 

This astral music was very plain to us all, and the Count especially 
remarked upon its beauty and the faintness of it as it sank away into the 
unknown distance. The whole house was full of these bell sounds at night 
when I was awake very late and others had retired. They were like signals 
going and coming to H. P. 13. 's room downstairs. And on more than one 
occasion as we walked in the grounds under the magnificent trees, have they 
shot past us, sometimes audible to all and again only heard by one or two. 

The lead roof of the portico was a place where after dinner we 
sometimes sat, and there on some of those delightful evenings we were 
joined by the Countess Wachtmeister, who afterwards did so much for the 
comfort ofH. P. B. at Wurzbiirg and other places. Many chats were held there 
about occultism. In one of these we were speaking of images in the Astral 
Light and H. P. B. said : ** Well, you know that it moves as other things in 
Kosmos do, and that the time comes when it floats ofl", as it were, letting 
another mass of the same * light ' take its place ". 

It was with a feeling of some regret that we left this delightful place 
where such quiet reigned and where H. P. B. was able to work amid the beauty 
and the stillness of nature. It cannot be blotted from the memory, because 
there our friend and teacher was untroubled by the presence of curiosity 
seekers, and thus was free to present to us who believed in her a side of her 
many-sided nature which pleased, instructed and elevated us all. 

One incident remains to be told for which we must depend on others. 
I took away with me a book which could not be finished there, and just 
before leaving Prance went out to Enghien to return it. There 1 met the 
Countess d'Adhemar, who said that the peculiar and unmistakable 

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perfume of which I spoke above had come in the house after we had all left. 
It was one evening about two days after H. P. B.'s departure and the 
d'Adhemars had some friends to dinner. After dinner they all went into 
the drawing room and soon noticed the perfume. It came, as they said to 
me, in rushes, and at once they began to hunt it out in the room, coming at 
last to the marble slab described, where, from one spot in the stone, they 
found the perfume rushing out in volumes. Such was the quantity of it 
that, as the Countess said to me, they were compelled to open the windows, 
since the odour was overpowering in large masses. In returning to Paris 
I told H. P. B. of this and she only said : ** It sometimes happens ". 

William Q. Judge, F.T.S. 

In M^momm. 

J HE. first occasion on which 1 ever heard of H. P. B. was on reading 
Mr. Sinnett's Occult World, at the close of 1883- 1884. At that time 
I had, with other friends in Cambridge, been studying the phenomena 
of spiritualism to a slight extent, and had also been reading all the books 
on magic which I could find in the University Library. Consequently the 
ideas did not come to me in an entirely new fashion, and Madame Blavatsky 
was less associated with the Occult World phenomena in my mind than 
with the letters which are printed in that work. It was in the spring of 
1884 that I first saw her. I was then on the eve of joining the T.S., or 
had just done so, and was attending a meeting of the London Lodge held 
in Lincoln's Inn, for the purpose of settling, under the presidency of Col. 
Olcott, certain differences between the Oriental and Occidental views on 
Theosophy. During that meeting I noticed particularly a somewhat stout 
!ady quietly enter the room and sit down near the door. Nothing occurred 
till some mention was made of what Madame Blavatsky had done, when 
this lady remarked quietly, "That's so", after which a general rush was 
made towards her, and slie was carried off to the head of the room, while 
the meeting broke up in confusion. It appeared that Madame Blavatsky 
had found it imperatively necessary to attend that meeting ; had started 
from Paris without luggage or attendant ; had in fact arrived by the mail 
train and had followed her occult instinct in guiding herself to the rooms 
where the meeting was being held, of which she had not the address. 
As Madame Blavatsky returned to Paris the next day or the day after, 1 
had no opportunity of making her accjuaintance. When next I saw her 
she was staying at the house of Mrs. Arundale, in Elgin Crescent. I 
cannot say that, beyond admiring her learning very greatly, i was very 
closely drawn to her. Outside the fact that I was a member of the T.S. 

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and anxious to get information, there was nothing in me to draw her 
attention. I was then in the midst of my medical studies, and, living out- 
side London, had very little time to spend in visits. It was during the 
autunm, however, that Madame Blavatsky, together with my friends Mr. 
and Mrs. Cooper-Oakley, rented rooms in Victoria Road, and I there joined 
them for a short time previous to their departure for India. Even under 
such favourable circumstances I cannot lay claim to being intimate with 
her. So far as 1 could tell, I was to her the friend of Mr. and Mrs. Cooper- 
Oakley, with whom she might talk and chat in the evening when her work 
for the day was done, and nothing more. I may, 1 think, lay claim to the 
proud distinction that of all who had at that time lived in the same house 
with Madame Blavatsky, I was alone in never having witnessed any of the 
phenomena which were so frequently seen in her neighbourhood. I saw 
the steamer leave the docks on the Mersey, and did not see Madame 
Blavatsky again till 1887, when 1 twice visited her at Ostende. In the 
meantime 1 had of course seen and read all that w^as to be heard of the 
S.P.R. Investigation. I was present at the meetings at which the report 
was read, and most certainly it made very little impression on my mind. 
I had been reading a good many '* detective stories ", and I well remember 
the poor impression as a story which the report made on me. As to the 
rest immediately concerning Madame Blavatsky, I knew her learning, wit, 
and cleverness. I thoroughly believed in the existence of the Masters as 
constituting a necessary link in human evolution, and the only effect on 
my mind was a still greater contempt for circumstantial evidence, hearsay 
reports, and working hypotheses. Theosophy was itself; Madame 
Blavatsky had brought it to the world, and I felt a trust in facts as opposed 
to appearances. 

However, it was in 1887 that I was first brought in close contact with 
H. P. B. She was then in Ostende, engaged in writing the Secret Doctrine. 
At the time Theosophy seemed to be slowly decaying as a force in England, 
and together with other friends I felt that some strong step had to be 
taken. Consequently, after corresponding, Madame Blavatsky replied that 
if she found that the desire for her presence was sufficiently strong, she was 
willing to leave her retirement and come to London to help on the work. 
All of us wrote to her and finally she consented to come. At Ostende I 
found Madame Blavatsky and the Countess Wachtmeister living together, 
and was at once set to work to read some part of the Secret Doctrine. 
Almost directly on my return to London, I heard that H. P. B. had been 
taken suddenly ill and that her life was in danger. A slight chill had 
developed dangerous symptoms which by some extraordinary means 
disappeared, and she recovered a second time from a condition in which 
recovery is rarely, if ever known. 

It can easily be imagined, then, that on my second visit to assist in her 
journey to England, I was to the last degree dismayed to find the day when 

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we were compelled to leave damp and foggy, and that a thin misty rain was 
falling. It must be remembered that Madame Blavatsky had not set foot 
outside her rooms, she would not come out of her private room into the 
parlour if the window was open, and as a rule her own room was nearly 
unbearable to others from the heat which made it pleasant to her. How- 
ever, we started and got on board the steamer with ease ; the tide was 
full, and the lay alongside the wharf at a convenient height. But 
Dover ! There the tide was low, and many were the damp and dripping 
steps up which we had to climb. However, a carrying chair and porters 
overcame the difficulty. But her face, as she was being carried up, was a 
study. Imagine the circumstances, recollect Madame Bla vat sky's face, 
and the scene is easily conjured up. Next came an even greater difficulty, 
crippled as her limbs were from disuse — the getting her into the railway 
carriage from the low platform. However, an end comes to everything, 
and so it did to the journey, and she arrived safe and well at Norwood in 
the evening, and, further, there were no ill effects to be detected next day. 

We settled down to work at Maycot, Bertram Keightley and myself, 
with H. P. B., her maid, and one servant, staying there till September 
through the heat of the Jubilee summer. Work was the order of the day, 
and its results are visible. A great deal of the Secret Doctrine was written 
again ; it was corrected and recorrected and type-written, Lucifkr was 
started, and the Blavatsky Lodge was formed. Friends gathered around 
her and rallied to the Theosophical flag. Then came the time for expansion, 
for the Countess Wachtmeister was on the point of arrival, and another 
exodus was made to Lansdowne Road. Unintermittently the work went 
on, and the focus of activity steadily extended its rays, until the present 
condition of affairs was reached. 

Thus it may be seen that for at least two years I was closely associated 
on intimate terms with Madame Blavatsky. It is next to impossible to 
convey to one who did not know her the varied sides of her personal 
character. To those who were merely curious about her and her 
work she was courteous and external, but it was not until the interest in 
Theosophy became real that H. P. B. showed herself as she was. Well do 
those who love her know that almost every fault and sin imaginable in 
human character have been assigned to her. Doubtless to the external 
and carnal observer some colour may have been given, and even then we 
know that nature is not all smiles and that thunder-showers clear the air. 
But what I distinctly affirm is that such excuses are not valid. It is not in 
any degree possible to comprehend the many phases of a single human 
character, and especially such a complex one as H. P. B. I am positive 
from long observation of her actions that there was a purpose in all her 
acts and words, and that it depended on the observers how much they 
might profit by the lesson. This may sound ridiculous to some, but 1 con- 
vinced myself that H. P. B. used the physical instrument which was called 

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H. P. Hlavatsky with'distinct, untiring purpose, aithougli the instrument grew 
so impaired by sickness that it became increasingly difficult to direct it. 

To all who assisted her work she was ever ready to give counsel and 
help, and only those who received her help can appreciate it at its just 
value. But though they feel it, they cannot talk of it, for it is not possible 
to bring the deepest feelings to the surface. Personally, as I know her, I 
may say that I found in her the wise teacher, the loving friend who knew 
how to cut for the purpose of curing, and an example in practice when the 
need arose of how to regulate action to theosophical ideas. I may close 
by saying that 1 regard myself as most fortunate in the Karma which 
brought me in association with H. P. B. and enabled me to assist so far as 
I could in the work of the lion-hearted leader of the Cause of Theosophy. 

Arch. Keightley, M.B., F.T.S. 

• L-v .4r- ■■-«- 

H. 9. BlabatskiT and ber ^t2st0n. 

H. P. Blavatsky is dead, but the great soul that was embodied in hei 
form, still lives. The woman, called ** the Sphinx of the nineteenth cen- 
tury", because she was understood only by a few, has given up the ghost; 
but the great soul, the Malm AtmUy dwelling within that mortal form and 
using it as an instrument for shedding rays of spiritual light into this era of 
mental darkness, has only left its habitation, and returned to a more con- 
genial home, to rest from its labours. 

It is doul)tful whether there ever was any great genius and saviour of 
mankind, whose personality while upon this earth, was not misunderstood 
by his friends, reviled by his enemies, mentally tortured and crucified, and 
finally made an object of fetish -worship by subsequent generations. 
H. P. B. seems to be no exception to the rule. The world, dazzled by the 
light of her doctrines, which the majority of men did not grasp, because 
they were new to them, looked upon her with distrust, and the representa- 
tives of scientific ignorance, filled with their own pomposity, pronounced 
her to be '* the greatest impostor of the age", because their narrow minds 
could not rise up to a comprehension of the magnificence of her spirit. It 
is, however, not difficult to prophesy, that in the near future, when the 
names of her enemies will have been forgotten, the world will become alive 
to a realisation of the true nature of the mission of H. P. B., and see that 
she was a messenger of Light, sent to instruct this sinful world, to redeem 
it from ignorance, folly and superstition, a task which she has fulfilled as 
far as her voice was heard and her teachings accepted. 

Then will the historian of those times ransack the archives for the 

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purpose of finding some bit of history of the Hfr of H. P. B., and unless all 
the vilifications that have been written about her have found their way to 
the pile of manure from which they emanated, it is not impossible that her 
memory may then be besmirched by scribblers of the future, in the same 
way as the memory of Cagliostro, Theophrastus Paracelsus, and other great 
souls, has been besmirched by irresponsible scribblers of the present time. 
It is for this and for other self-evident reasons very desirable that something 
reliable in regard to the life of H. P. B. should be published by some com- 
petent person having been well acquainted with her, and being not a 
worshipper of personalities, but capable of studying and describing the life 
of the inner man. The true life of every spiritually awakened human being 
is not his external but his interior life. To describe merely the events that 
took place in the earth-life of an embodied genius and not to paint his 
interior life, his thoughts and feelings, is to describe merely the history of 
the house which that genius inhabited during its earthly career and to take 
no notice of the inhabitant. Thus even the best written account of the life 
of H. P. B., that has been published, resembles a painting of a bird of 
paradise after the bird has been stripped of its plumage and dressed for the 
kitchen. It is the treatment of a highly poetical subject with a careful 
avoidance of all poetry. But the feathers of a bird are as much an essential 
part of the bird as its muscles and bones, and the poetical and ideal part of 
a man is a more essential thing in his nature than the structure of his 
physical body or the cut of his coat. It is H. P. B.'s inner life, her mode 
of thinking and feeling, that is of importance and ought to be understood . 
all the rest belongs to external things that are not worthy the attention of 
the true occultist. 

Each person has a double nature, an external and an internal life, and 
H. P. B. formed no exception to that rule. She was neither wholly earthly 
nor wholly divine. 

Some poet says : 

Two natures are within each human being : 
One is a child of the clear light of day. 
In it is nothing dark, but all is seeing, 
There is all sunshine, nothing hid away. 
Its innermost thy eye may penetrate, 
There is no secret and no mystery ; 
In it rule wisdom, justice, love and faith : 
Spotless as crystal is its purity 

The other is a being born of night. 

Fill'd with dark clouds that change and change again. 

It bafHes reason and ignores the light : 

It is a stranger in its own domain. 

Intangibly it fills our daily life 

With mocking goblins ; its discordant reign 

Begetting errors and discordant strife ; 

Tangling the threads and sinjiling the design. 

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Thus every person has at his coniinand a terrestrial and a celestial life. 
To the great majority entangled in the meshes of this world of illusions, 
these illusions appear to be the reality and the celestial life merely a dream: 
but there are others in whom the interior life has awakened, and who find 
the celestial life the real one, and this earthly life merely a dream or a 
nightmare. This fact of a double existence has been recognised by every 
sage and saint and is known to every one in possession of the divine know- 
ledge of self. It is referred to in many places in the Bhagavad Gita and in 
the Bible. It is that double Hfe of the initiated, to which the apostle refers, 
when he says : ** We live upon the earth, but our consciousness is in 
heaven ''. 

There may be those in whom the light has entirely swallowed up the 
darkness : those in whom there exists no more ** body of sin ". They are 
the fully developed Adepts, and as such a one St. Paul presents himself in 
his letter to the Romans, chap, vii., vv. 5 and 6,'"' where he says : "When we 
were in the flesh, the motions of sins which were by the law, did work in 
our members, to bring forth fruit unto death : but now we are delivered 
from the law — that being dead, wherein we were held — that we should 
serve in newness of spirit and not in the oldness of the letter". 

Such sages and saints are the Buddhas and Arhats and the " Masters of 
Wisdom " with whom H. P. B. claimed to have become acquainted, and 
with whom everyone may become acquainted, if he outgrows his own 
narrow little self and rises up to their plane. The circumstance that 
modern society does not know anything about the existence of holy persons 
and that modern science has not yet discovered any saints, does not 
invalidate the theory that there are human beings in whom the genu of 
Divinity contained in every person has become so much unfolded, that a 
higher realm of spiritual knowledge, unattainable by those who cling only 
to earthly things, has become revealed to them, and that the souls of such 
persons, having become self-conscious in the light of the Spirit, are in 
possession of extraordinary faculties. Of such regenerated ones the Bible 
states that they cannot sin, because they are horn of God, (i John iii. 9.) And 
in I Peter i. 33, we read that such souls having been purified in obeying the 
truth through the spirit of unfeigned love, are '* born again, not of corruptible 
seed, but of incorruptible, by the Word of God'' acting in them. 

H. P. B. never made any claims of wanting her personality to be 
regarded as a god, saint or adept, and in a letter to the author of these 
notes she expressly repudiates such claims, saying that she is travelling on 
the Path, but has not yet attained the goal. There was still a merely 
human nature even in H. P. B. ; she could still rejoice with the joyful, and 
sympathise with the sorrowing, and this part of H. P. B.'s nature was 

* The Bible (juotations contained in this article are not intended to imply that my 
views are based ii])on speculations on the sayings of the liible : but are merely added as 
corroborative evidence for those who attribute any importance to them. 

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made the continual object of criticism by the '* psychic researcher ", who 
knowing nothing about divinity in humanity, saw in her only his own 
animal image reflected. By such critics every nebulous spot in her nature 
was investigated and maf^nified by means of their own morbid imagina- 
tion ; but the sunny side of her nature they did not perceive, because there 
was no light in themselves. 

The sum and substance of what they discovered, if shorn of what their 
own fancy added to it, was that H. P. B. was kind and generous even to 
a fault : that she was impulsive and energetic and sometimes allowed her- 
self to be carried into extremes by her noble impulses. They found that 
she smoked cigarettes, that she spoke her thoughts without much ceremony, 
and absolutely refused to be like these smooth-faced, si}' and hypocritical 
saints, going about in continual disguise and being looked upon by the world 
as the pillars of church and state ; while behind their sanctimoniousness is 
hidden nothing but rottenness and conceit. The screech owls of scientific 
sophistry that came to interview the eagle of the Himalayas found that 
they could not follow its flight to mountain summits that were entirely 
beyond the range of their limited vision, and as they could not clip its 
wings, their envy became aroused and they hooted and chattered, hurling 
calumnies at the royal bird. In many instances these calumniators over- 
did their work, and the extraordinary vituperance of their vilifications 
contains sufficient evidence of the character of the spirit that inspired such 
writings, so as to render any refutation quite unnecessary. 

Some such writers charged her with having committed immoral 
.practices, and all such stories, as soon as they were invented, found their 
way into print and were always readily taken up and circulated by those 
intrepid newspaper-writers who are ever on the alert, anxious to increase 
the circulation of their papers, by giving to their readers something spicy 
and sensational. Such stories were often exquisitely absurd and caused no 
little hilarity among those who were acquainted with the facts. Thus I 
remember that while I was in India, a story made its round through some 
English and American papers, saying that a row had occurred among the 
Theosophists at Adyar, because H. P. B. had become jealous of Col. Olcott, 
on account of Madame Coulomb, and that Mr. Coulomb had in his rage 
refused to furnish any more funds to carry on the business of the Theoso- 
phical Society. Those who are acquainted with the persons referred to, and 
know that the Coulombs were penniless and were suffered to remain at 
Adyar for charity's sake, will appreciate the roar with which this ** news " 
was received by the ** Chelas ". 

There would have been no end of writing and wasting of time, if all 
the slanders about II. P. B., that were circulated by the pious missionaries of 
Madras and elsewhere, had had to be refuted, especially as it is far easier to 
make a calumnious assertion, than to disprove it. Some of these calumnies 
may however have been made with the best of intentions ; for instance 

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ccrlain persons threw doubts upon H. P. B.'s veracity, for the same reason 
that prompted a certain African kin^ to order the beheading of a European 
traveller : because the latter had told the kmg, that in certain parts of 
Europe and at certain seasons, the water of the rivers and lakes became so 
firm that one could walk upon it ; whereupon the king decided that such a 
liar should not be suffered to live. 

I would have but little regard for the truth, if 1 were to attempt to 
claim that none of the accusations brought forth against H. P. B. had any 
foundation in facts; but the principal cause that brought troubles with- 
out end upon her, was her entire want of judgment in regard to the 
manner in which worldlv affairs must be conducted, a childlike trust that 
the world would look at things in the way they appeared to her ; an entire 
disregard as to what the public would say or think about her ; a desire to 
shield her followers from thee jnsequencesof stupidities committed by them, 
&c., &c. What H. P. B. wanted she thought, and what she thought she 
said, and what she said she acted, regardless of any consequences. In her, 
as in an innocent child, thoughts, words and acts were one and in harmony. 

If we were to attempt to solve the mystery of the "Sphinx of the 
nineteenth century " and give a history about the true Ego of H. P. 
Blavatsky, we would first of all have to learn who is the individuality, the 
''new creature" '■' that was embodied in the form of H. P. B., and know 
something of its previous lives, so as to be able to understand what caused 
it to appear in a woman's form upon this earth. We would then have to 
accept the theory that the soul of the regenerated is capable of living and 
acting beyond the limits of the physical form which is its dwelling and 
instrument for outward manifestation, and that the spiritual soul of such a 
person may be in an ethereal astral form in some distant country — say m 
Tibet — while the physical body is still living and acting consciously and 
intelligently in Europe and America. But the world is not yet ripe enough 
to receive a serious history, containing facts which are still a terra incognita 
to Europe and science, and whose correspondencies are to be found only m 
the Acta Sanctorum, which now-a-days are regarded even by the church as 
being " legendary and fabulous", or (to express it less politely) as being a 
tissue of lies. Such a history would require readers acquainted with the 
doctrines oi Reincarnation and Karma ; readers that had themselves conquered 
their own nature, and by their owui experience had been enabled to realise 
what it means to be in the world but not of it. 

But although the Bible sa^^s : that " except a man be born again he 
cannot see the kingdom of Ciod " {John iii. 3), nevertheless the terms 
" rebirth " and *' regeneration " have become words without any meaning 
to the modern religionist, and absurdities to the scientist. The religious 
visionary flatters himself with believing that he is already regenerated 
and has attained immortality. He does not know that regeneration in 

* Gai vi. 15. 

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the spirit is accompanied witli an opening of the spiritual senses, and 

that his *• regeneration " cannot have taken place as long as he is 

blind to the light of the truth and deaf to the "voice of the silence". 

" Re-generation " now-a-days is a word without meaning to the man 

of the world, and to the churchman it means at best a change of 

belief and an improvement of morals. The modern ** Christian " has no 

understanding for such passages of his Bible, as the following : " My 

little children, of whom I travail in birth again until Christ bf formed in you' \ 

{Galat, iv. 19.) " In Christ Jesus neither circumcision availeth anything, 

nor uncircumcision, but a new creature,'' (Gaiat. vi. 15.) Etc., etc. They do 

not believe what their teacher says of his true followers, that the regenerated 

ones, those in whom ** the Son of God has come to the measure of the 

stature of the fulness of Christ " {Ephes, iv. 13) will do the same wonderful 

things that he performed himself. They do not believe that no one can 

possibly be in possession of conscious immortality, unless the '* new 

creature " has been born in him, and they flatter themselves in presuming 

that their spirit is already inmiortal. But the Spirit immortality of the 

Spirit of God will not render rheir souls immortal, if their souls refuse to 

be fructified by that Spirit of God and to bring forth the divine child. 

Let such "Christians" reflect alxDut the meaning of the words of the 
Bible, where it says : ** Marvel not that I said unto thee. Ye must Ix- born 
again. That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of 
the Spirit is Spirit. Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, 
he cannot enter into the kingdom of God." (John iii.. 5.) Little will it 
serve the sanctimonious to believe that their spirit is immortal, as long as 
they have no spirit which they can properly call their own ; because 
their soul contains no divine love or spirit, and therefore cannot generate 
the " new creature " which can claim immortality in the Christ. This union 
of the mortal soul with the immortal Spirit is the end and object 
of all Occultism and Theosophy. It was this regeneration that H.P.IJ. 
taught ; for ** spiritual regeneration " and ** initiation " arc synonymous terms. 

But a doctrine which does not flatter men's vanity by making men 
believe that they are already immortal, owing to the merits of a person that 
lived in the past, but claims that immortality is a boon, gained only by 
heroic efforts in battling with the lower elements in our nature, which 
prevent the action of diviiu grace within ourselves, is not welcomed by 
those who prefer to run after money and pleasures and expect to ride after 
death into heaven upon the back of another man ; and therefore the history 
of a regenerated soul would be believed or understood only by few. Much 
' easier would it be to clothe such a history in the fictitious form of a novel, 
that makes no claims for belief and in which everyone may believe as much 
as he is capable of understanding and put away the rest.* 

* In the " Talking Image of Urur " such facts have been portrayed. There the " Master 
of the Image " represents the true Ego, the regenerated soul, while the Image itself is merely 
the elementary body, the personality, through which the true /ia'<> acts. 

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To understand the true mystery that surrounded H. P. B., it will first l>e 
necessary to understand theniysterycalled**Man": for the Initiate, compared 
with the vulgar, is like a bird in comparison with an egg. The bird knows 
of eggs and their history, but the eggs know nothing of the existence of birds. 
To solve the great mystery called man, mankind will have to crawl out of 
the ** philosophical egg " and, by becoming free, attain the noble self- 
knowledge of Divinity in Humanity ; but at the present time there seem to 
be few, even among the so-called ** Theosophists", having the faintest 
conception of what *' divine self-knowledge " means. 

Owing to the universal misconception existing in regard to the true 
nature of man and the ignoring of all that is divine in that nature, H. P. B. 
has been universally misunderstood and misrepresented. After a long and 
patient observation, a conviction which I persistently refused to accept 
forced itself upon me, namely, that in this respect far more harm has been 
done by H. P. B.'s over-zealous friends and admirers, than by her enemies. 
H. P. B. never asked to be deified, and denied the possession of miraculous 
powers ; but there were many of her followers carrying on a fetish worship 
with her person, making the wildest and most extravagant statements on 
her behalf, whicli on investigation were found to be worthless, and thus only 
brought discredit upon her and her Society, while, with very few excep- 
tions, these enthusiastic friends were the first ones to desert her or become 
her enemies, when the illusions, which they themselves had created, 

According to the stories, generated, believed and circulated by such 
admirers, H. P. B. was continually attended by spirits; invisible ** Masters 
from Tibet " danced attendance on her ; they either verbatim dictated her 
writings to her or " precipitated " her manuscripts while she was taking 
her nap." Gnomes, sylphs, undines and salamanders were at all times at 
her command, carrying her letters and superintending the kitchen. There 
was nothing going on in any part of Hie world which — according to their 
statements — H. P. B. did not know : but it was only too evident to out- 
siders, that H. P. B. did not know everything, and that even in her 
greatest troubles the fairy post did not work ; but that for receiving 
information she, like other mortals, had to depend upon terrestrial mails 
and telegraphs. The fact is, that at the bottom of all such statements 
there was a certain amount of truth, but the facts were exaggerated beyond 
all limits by her over-enthusiastic friends. 

H. P. B., according to her own confession, was not a learned woman. 
She was not even clever. On the contrary, all the great things she did 
were performed by her and some of her associates in the most bungling 
possible manner, which often spoiled the good result, and in calling her 

* After the above was written, Luciff.k of May 15th comes to my hands, where I find 
this statement singularly corroborated by herself on page 243. 

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** the greatest impostor of the a«^c" the ap^ent of the .SV. Psych. Rrs.f who 
presented her with that title, merely certified to his own incapacity to judj^f 
about character, for H. V, B. — as all who were acquainted with her will 
testify — was never capable of disguising herself, and any imposture, great or 
little, which she could have attempted, would have immediately been found 
out, even by a child. H. P. H. was neither clever nor *' smart ", but she was 
in possession of that in which most of her critics are sadly deficient, namely, 
soul 'knowledge, a department of ** science " not yet discovered by modern 
scientists and would-be philosophers. The soul that lived in her was a 
great soul, a Mahatma (from Maha, great, and Atma, soul). This great soul, 
and not the dress which H. P. H. used to wear, should be the object of our 
investigation, not for the purpose of gratifying scientific curiosity — but 
for profiting by the example. 

Now, it appears to me that 1 hear a thousand voices ask the question : 
What is the knowledge of the soul, and how can it be obtained ? is there 
an}' other knowledge than that of the reasoning brain ? Can we know of 
any other thing than what we have been taught in our school, what we 
have read in books, or what we remember of having heard ? To this we 
would answer : Woe to the people that does not know by heart that which 
is good and l^eautiful. Woe to those who have no interior perception for 
justice and truth ; who cannot feel true love, hope and faith, and who have 
to study the encyclopaedia to find out the meaning of the terms benevolence, 
charity, generosity, spirituality, virtue, etc., etc. All these things are not 
creations of the imagination, nor products of the physical body ; but 
spiritual living powers, endowing with their qualities the soul that is in 
possession of them. If these powers are permitted to grow and to become 
unfolded, then will their true nature become clear to the mind, but no 
amount of intellectual speculation will enable him who possesses them not, 
to realise what they are. 

The study of these powers and the art of developing them by practice 
formed the science of the soul, which Madame Blavatsky taught. All the 
rest of her doctrines, regarding the constitution of man, the evolution of 
worlds, etc., etc., were merely accessories to facilitate self-knowledge ; to 
destroy bigotry and superstition, and by freeing the mind from prejudices, 
to give it a wider range of ennobling thought, and enable it to form a 
grander and higher conception of God, Nature and Man. What can such 
a study have to do with the ghost stories, psychic researchers, coffee pots, 
trapdoors, and other tomfooleries, that haunt the minds of those who seek 
in external things for tests of the existence of things which they ought to 
possess themselves, before they can truly deserve to be called men made in 
the image of God ? Verily those who became her enemies because she 
could not gratify their curiosity ought to be blamed themselves for their 
wilful rejection of divine truth. 

The first thing necessary for the acquisition of soul knowledge is the 


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possession of a soul, which means the power to feel. Among the opponents of 
H. P. B. very little of the soul element is to be found. They seem to exist 
entirely on the plane of the mind, that part of man which only reasons and 
speculates ; but which has no actual knowledge, and which the ancient 
writers compared with the cold moonshine, because there is nothing in it of 
the warm sunshine of love. The element of the soul is the will, and the 
divine will is universal love ; such as creates a paradise — not in the 
imagination, but in th<5 hearts of those who are in possession of it. When 
the morning star of divine love arises within the soul, peace enters with it. 
Therefore it is not said, that the angels at the time when the Christ is 
born within the human heart sing : ** Glory be to those who are well versed 
in science and sophistry " ; but they are said to sing : " Glory be to that 
God who is universal Love, and peace to all men who are of good (ue. 
divine) will '*. 

A large amount of learning may be stufl'ed into a brain during one 
lifetime, and when death arrives, all this now worthless rubbish, having 
no value whatever in the realm of eternity, will be abandoned, but the 
unfoldment of the divine lotus-flower of the soul in the sunshine of divine 
love may require many successive incarnations. With the first ray of that 
love, assimilated by the soul and rendering it conscious of its own higher 
nature and destiny, **Chelaship " descends upon the pilgrim on the road that 
leads to initiation and immortality. As the fire of love is kmdled within 
the heart, the light therefore arises and illuminates the mind, and produces 
certain changes even in the physical form. [Ephes. iv. i6.) Without this 
divine love all learning is useless, all efforts vain : for God is 
Himself Love (i John iv. 8.), and there can be no unification or atone- 
ment with God if Love is rejected, (i Corinth, xiii. 2.) He who 
finds Love finds spiritual Life (Proverbs viii. 35), but he who 
rejects love rejects light and chooses darkness and death. Man 
has been called a "mixed being", because he is not w^holly material, 
but also spiritual in his nature, in him (as Jacob Hohme says) is the 
battleground of three kingdoms : the kingdom of light, the kingdom of 
darkness, and the realm of nature. ** Forever the daylight shines into the 
darkness, and the darkness comprehendeth it not " ; but when the darkness 
is swallowed up by the light and the Spirit in man awakens to his divine 
self-consciousness, then will arise in man a new set of interior faculties, a 
new range of spiritual perceptions and powers, and the memory that 
belongs to the internal re-incarnated Ego will come within the grasp of 
the terrestrial outward mind. These teachings, which are incompre- 
hensible to the many, because they deal with things that are beyond the 
range of their experience, are of the highest importance for the encourage- 
ment of the few who desire to follow the path travelled by that soul which 
was incarnated in the body of H. P. Blavatsky, and we should therefore, 
instead of wasting our time with the investigation of such trivialities as 

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belonged to her personality (for instance, the omission of a quotation- 
mark), attempt to study her interior life and follow her soul on its upward 
flight towards the throne of Divine Wisdom. 

Franz Hartmann, M.D. 


lUtmmsttmts of ffiahamt iBlabatskg. 

T was in December, 1879, that I had the pleasure of first seeing 
Madame Blavatsky, when she was on a visit to Mr. and Mrs. 
Sinnett, and I am glad to say that the friendship which ensued lasted 
without diminution until the day of her death. I had, while in England in 
1878, investigated the phenomena of spiritualism, and a lady spirituaHst 
whom I had met while investigating, suggested, when writing to me in 
India, that I should make Madame's acquaintance if opportunity offered. 
Curiosity, and a desire to meet Mr. and Mrs. Sinnett — the former of 
whom I had corresponded with as Editor of the Pioneer — induced me to 
take a long journey of about thirty hours to Allahabad for this purpose ; 
and no journey in my life has ever repaid me so well, or been the source of 
so much and such permanent satisfaction. So many Theosophists have 
written eulogies on our late friend and teacher — H.P.B., as she preferred 
being called — that I feel it will be preferable for me to confine myself to a 
short account of my impressions of her character and of some of the 
incidents w-hich occurred during this brief visit to Allahabad, and after- 
wards when we again met at Simla. 

Eastern philosophy has now, very rightly, taken the chief place in 
connection with the Theosophical Society, and her name will be handed 
down to posterity rather as the exponent of these doctrines, than as a 
wonder worker ; but at the time of which I am writing it was the 
phenomena which were associated w^ith her name that attracted us to her. 
But it must be acknowledged that she always deprecated this craving for 
wonders, and spoke of such phenomena as ** psychological tricks''. Still 
our wish, and perhaps a little interest she herself had in proving her powers, 
induced her to show us some of these ** psychological tricks '', even while 
assuring us they were of no real value in comparison with the teaching 
which lay at the back of them. Mr. Sinnett's book, ** The Occult World ", 
gives so full an account of our early experiences, that I do not propose to 
go into any detail, but I feel that it is only due to her memory to say, in 
the face of the abuse which has been showered upon her both in life and after 
death, that I never saw anything, or have heard anything, which has led me for 
a moment to doubt the reality of the phenomena which occurred in her 
presence. And I also can say w4th perfect frankness, that although she 
was the most intellectual woman I have ever known, she was, I consider, 

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SO constituted that in her case systematic deceit was impossible. She had 
neither the cimninpj nor the self-control needful for plotting and conceal- 
ment ; and she lived so openly among her friends that the many falsehoods 
about her are absurd to those who have lived in the same house with her. 
She had the kindest of hearts, the most generous of dispositions, and with- 
out contending that she was perfect, she was one of those persons who are 
loved and respected most by those who know them most intimately. And 
you cannot pay anyone a greater compliment than this, I think. Her very 
failings, some of them, arose from a too open and generous nature, a too 
great readiness to accept every one who came to her and trust them. To 
myself and others it sometimes appeared strange that she seemed to have 
so little discernment of character ; but in some cases at least, it was a hope 
of doing good which probably induced her to tolerate and even appear 
friendly to those who afterwards turned against her and tried to injure her. 
How keenly she felt the shameful attacks upon her character we who 
knew her well, realized and regretted ; and I often tried to reason her into 
a feeling of indifference for the opinions of those who knew nothing of her 
except what they gathered from garbled and prejudiced accounts in news- 
papers. But although she personally felt these slanders, a large part of 
her suffering arose from a fear that the Cause which she had at heart, and 
for which she worked as 1 have never seen anyone else work in any other 
cause, would be injured by the calumnies against her. I always felt 
astonished at the untiring energy which she displayed ; even when ill she 
would still struggle to her writing-table and go on working. It fills 
one with contempt and anger to think that even when she was beyond the 
reach of slander some of the papers degraded their pages with abuse, and 
republished the falsehoods which have found credulous audience among a 
class who pride themselves on their incredulity. 

I have, I find, left myself but little space for saying anything about the 
many interesting occurrences during our early intimacy, and perhaps on second 
thought a repetition of these is unnecessary, as they can be read elsewhere 
to better purpose. Still to show that I had ample opportunities for 
knowing her well, I will mention that during both her visits to Simla 
I saw her almost daily, in fact I was in the same house for three months, 
in and out of her room at any and all times of the day. She was always 
affectionate towards me, and I had a real affection for her, and shall always, 
as hitherto, defend her before the world. And we who know what a 
wonderful woman she was, and how interesting and profound is the 
philosophy which she has brought prominently forward, know also that a 
day will come when the world will acknowledge her greatness, and will 
realize that we who defend and reverence her memory are not such foolish 
and gullible people, as the conceited and usually ignorant public of 
to-day assume. 

Alice Gordon, F.T.S. 

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Jttaitanu l^labatshg mh \jtt WLatk. 


JT^T was in April, 1884, that 1 first met Madame Hlavatsky, and it was 
ij^^ on the 26th of March, 1891, that I saw her for the last time, shortly 
before her death. 

1 well remember her arrival from Paris and her unexpected appearance 
at a meeting of the London Lodge of the Theosophical Society, which was 
l)eing held at Lincoln's Inn. The impression made upon myself and others 
by.her remarkable personality has never faded from my memory. 

At that first meeting I recognised that I had met one whose influence 
on my life would be ineffaceable by time, and that having touched the very 
root and core of the inner nature that influence could never be set aside or 

The few months of the summer of 1884 which she passed in our house 
in Elgin Crescent were marked by events of a curious and exceptional 
character, all alike bearing witness to the fact that the personality called 
Madame Blavatsky was different in most characteristics from those around, 
and crowds of visitors of all classes testified to the interest she evoked. 

It was her custom while with us to devote the earHer part of the day to 
writing ; she usually began at seven o'clock, but often earlier, and it was 
very rarely indeed that when I went into her room at about eight o'clock in 
the morning I did not find her already at her desk, at which she continued 
with a slight interval for lunch till about three or four o'clock in the after- 
noon. Then it was that the reception time began, and from early afternoon 
to late evening, one constant succession of visitors arrived. The old lady 
sitting in her armchair in the small drawing-room, which was barely large 
enough for the influx of guests, would be the centre of an enquiring circle. 
Many, of course, drawn by the fame of her great powers, merely came from 
curiosity. In those days the Psychical Research Society had not issued its 
famous report, and some of its members were often present, seeking the 
signs and wonders they so much desired to behold. 

One afternoon a small party had assembled in the back drawing-room 
and among them some prominent members of the S.P.R. Madame 
Blavatsky was earnestly solicited to produce some phenomena. She 
laughingly answered, as she so often did to similar requests, ** What do you 
want with phenomena ? they are but psychological tricks and of little value 
to earnest students". However, she at length consented to try if she could 
do anything, and sitting among the others round the large table, she joined 
in conversation, and talk flowed on for a short time in the easy way it 

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always did when she was surrounded with intellectual minds. In a very 
little while a strikingly sweet and crystal-like sound known as the astral 
hell made itself heard, and was repeated several times, to the great delight 
and pleasure of those who had never heard it before. The gentlemen 
present belonging to the S.P.R. professed themselves more than satisfied, re- 
marking more than once that there could be no doubt as to the genuineness of 
that phenomenon. I might multiply instance after instance of phenomena, 
but knowing the value that Madame l^lavatsky herself put upon these 
things, it would be but a poor tribute to her memory to put that forward 
which is but the least part of her work. But the Psychic Society Re- 
searchers and phenomena hunters, and those who only came to see and 
wonder, were but one portion of the great crowd. Many earnest minds 
engaged in scientific or philosophic study would come again and again, 
attracted by the power of an intellect that showed its vast strength in the 
way in which she dealt with the many subjects put before her. 

Grave professors from Cambridge came and spent an occasional 
afternoon in her company, and I can see before me now the bulky form in 
the loose robe in the big armchair, with the tobacco basket by her side, 
answering deep and learned questions on theories of cosmogony and the 
laws governing matter, while twisting the little cigarettes which she con- 
stantly smoked herself and gave to her guests. To those friends who were 
in constant and unrestrained intercourse with her, other sides of her 
character were observable. She had an almost childish dependence upon 
others, alternating with great impatience of control, and her utter disregard of 
ordinary conventionality rendered life in a civilised community a burden to 
herself, and a continual trial to her friends in the endeavour to keep her 
from outraging the convenances of society. I believe her utter abhorrence of 
society shams often caused her to emphasize and delight in a certain blunt - 
ness of speech and rudeness of action that was sometimes perplexing even 
to her best friends. With all this she was easily moved by distress or pain 
in others, and was very kind to any children she came across. 1 remember 
one incident showing this aspect of her many-sided nature : she was at the 
Zoological Gardens in a bath-chair, when the little child of a friend fell just 
before her, against the wheel ; in her eagerness to assist the child she almost 
threw herself out of the chair, difficult as she alway found it to move, and 
was not satisfied till assured there, was not much harm done. Little 
touches like this shew plainly that in spite of her roughness of speech and 
manner, and the disregard she oftt- n had for the feelings of others, she had 
yet much sympathy towards the weak and suffering. 

When she first came to us she brought with her her Indian servant 
(Babula), and it was an essential feature of the afternoon to see him in his 
native dress bring in the Russian Samovar, and hand round the cups of tea 
to those present ; altogether the 77, Elgin Crescent of those days differed 
widclv from what it ever was before or ever will be ajrain. 

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Tlie whole party had received an invitation from Mr. and Mrs. 
Gebhard, of Elberfield, to spend the month of August at their house ; 
accordingly, on the i6th of that month Madame Blavatsky, accompanied by 
Mr. M. Chatterji and several Theosophists, ourselves among the number, went 
to Germany. I remember well most of the incidents of that journey, the 
kind care of our host Mr. Gebhard, who took every precaution to render it 
as easy as possible to Madame Blavatsky, the pleasant and lively conversa- 
tion among us all in the train, the notice we attracted at some of the 
stations in Germany, where we stopped and where probably no such type 
as Mr. Chatterji had ever been seen before, and many other details which, 
although interesting to those who were present, are of too personal a nature 
to be in place in this slight notice. It was while staying with these kind 
friends that the explosion of the Coulomb affair took place. The particulars 
of all that occurred at that time are well known, and it is quite unnecessary 
for me to touch on them, the more so as we had left Madame at Elberfeld 
and had returned to London before we heard of it. 

It was in the end of September that Madame Blavatsky again came to 
us for a short time before going to Mr. and Mrs. Oakley, previous to their 
all leaving for India. She was very depressed and unwell, almost worn out 
with the trouble that she had gone through. In a letter that she wrote me 
at that time, just before leaving Elberfeld, she says : ** 1 have resigned my 
corresponding secretaryship in the Society ; I have disconnected myself 
with it publicly ; for 1 think that so long as I am in and at the head of 
the Society 1 will be the target shot at and that the Society will be affected 
by it " — and she goes on to say, ** My heart — if I have any left — is broken 
by this step. But 1 had to sacrifice myself to the good of the Society. 
The Cause before persons and personalities." 

This devotion to the Cause was the keynote of her life, from which she 
never departed. She failed many times in the discrimination of what was 
or the good of the cause, as she did in this instance, when she con- 
templated disconnecting herself from her official position, but it is impossible 
to ignore the fact that, whether rightly or wrongly carried out, her motive 
for action was always the same devotion to the Cause and her Teachers. 
She was fortunately prevented from carrying out her intention, over-ruled 
by the wiser judgment of others who, being- a little more distant from the 
fray, could view the situation more calmly. 

There are many occasions that I remembei during her stay with us of 
conversations or rather monologues on her side of a most interesting 
character. It was my custom, one which she always encouraged, to go 
in to her the last thing at night and I would often remain until she was 
asleep. At these times she would occasionally relate short stories, some- 
times a kind of allegory and at other times what seemed to be incidents 
in a past life, either of herself or some other person, but so poetically and 
yet graphically related, that whether it was fact or fancy needed intuition 

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to decide. Question she would not brook : if I ever attempted to question 
she would be silent, or say, ** I have said it ; you can make what you like 
of it ". 

In November of that same year, many of us accompanied her to 
Liverpool, when she left for India with Mr. and Mrs. Oakley, and from that 
time, with the exception of a week in Wurzburg and an occasional visit in 
London, my personal intercourse with Madame Blavatsky was over. 
Difficulties, trials and events of a more or less painful nature were con- 
stantly occurring during her stay with us, and yet I should be sorry not to 
have had this intimate association with one who, whatever her faults may 
have been, has certainly accomplished one of the greatest works of her 

With respect to her work there is one aspect of it which I should wish 
to bring before the notice of all, whether Theosophists or not — a work which 
I think has hardly been sufficiently estimated and which nevertheless is of 
the utmost importance, whether viewed from the physical or spiritual stand- 
point. In our relations with the East we have hitherto only acted from the 
principle of give and take in self-interest. No one will deny the advantages 
derived on both sides from the presence of the English in India, wealth and 
prestige on the one, education and material development on the other. But a 
line of separation has been drawn between the two races, a line which has but 
been accentuated by the missionary in his vain endeavour to bring over the 
dark sons of the soil to the religion of the dominant race. The endeavour 
has signally failed, and yet it has perhaps more than anything .else 
divided the East from the West. The Orientalist in his study of Eastern 
language, literature, and religion, has at different times attempted to pass 
the barrier, but his own pride of race and arrogance of knowledge have 
been a fatal obstacle in the way. The idea that it is only through Western 
interpretation that Eastern philosophy can be unravelled and that whatever 
that interpretation is unable to deal with is but the vain nonsense and 
babbling of children, is the rock against which most students of Oriental 
philosophy have fallen. 

It has been the glorious work of Madame Blavatsky to entirely take 
a fresh departure. Ex OrienteLux is henceforward the motto, and the light 
is to be found through Eastern sources, interpreted through Eastern teachers. 
The future cf India is the future of England politically, materially, and 
spiritually ; and it is the drawing together of the East and the West in the 
bonds of spiritual philosophy, which I consider one of the most salient 
features for good in the work of the Theosophical Society. The marked 
advance in the knowledge we are gaining day by day of Indian philosophic 
history nmst be evident to all. A few years ago and there were scarcely 
any translations of Sanskrit philosophical works, and the knowledge of 
Sanskrit itself was limited to a few students here and there. The 
whole tendency of the teaching of Madame Blavatsky has been to awaken 

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India to a knowledge of its past spiritual life, and to hrin^^ that 
life to be better understood by the Western World. The evidences 
that mark the work accomplished in this direction are to be found 
in the various translations constantly being brought out of Sanskrit 
works, and the efforts of Europeans, both in and out of the Society, to seek 
that wisdom which has been so long forgotten in India although never com- 
pletely lost. The close union of the East and the West, in the unfoldment 
on the one side, and on the other the acceptance of this spiritual wisdom, 
will go far to minimise the painful effects of that struggle which must in- 
evitably take place as the Eastern races rise to a sense of their own power 
in the pursuit of material advantage. 

Much more might be said on this subject, but this is not the place ; it 
is sufficient here to acknowledge gratefully that in this aspect, as well as 
others, Madame Blavatsky has been the leader in a work which we who 
claim to have been her pupils would do well to endeavour to carry 


^ttxn^ littU; fcrmbing flttncli. 

NY valuable tribute to the character of Madame Blavatsky can come 
only from those who knew her far better than I. Yet no one who 
knew her at all, can be without some incidents or impressions illustrating 
the many-sidedness of the most marvellous personage of the century. I 
well rememl)er my first words with her in August, 1887. I remarked that 1 
naturally felt some trepidation at being in the presence of one who could 
read every thought. She replied that such an act would be dishonest. 1 
said that I should not exactly call it ** dishonest", though it might be 
unkind or intrusive. She answered, No, that it would he dishonest ; 
that she had no more right to possess herself of another person's secrets 
without his consent than of his purse : and that she never used the power 
unless either the person himself requested it, or the circumstances were of 
a kind to make it imperative. As I never had any desire to see phenomena, 
though fully believing in her occult prerogative, no suggestion for such ever 
arose. Yet on two occasions, both for a benign purpose, she made evident 
her occult perception. One was a verbal reference, remote but significant, 
to a matter known to no person living but myself. I was at the moment so 
astounded that I said nothing, and the subject was never re-opened — a 
reticence I now regret, since unrestrained conference might have resulted 
in great benefit to me, as was surely her design. The other occurred in a 
tender and beautiful letter cautioning me against misjudgment and quoting 

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a phrase 1 had used in writing to an American friend. As if to make 
certain to me that she spoke from occult knowledge, she added that I had 
used that phrase on the same day when happened an exceedingly trivial 
incident consequent on my stooping to pick up an article dropped to the 
floor. Now, dates showed that the phrase could not have been repeated to 
her in time for her letter to me, and, in fact, I have since ascertained that 
it was never repeated to any one ; the incident referred to was too insignifi- 
cant for any person to transmit across the Atlantic : and the few who knew 
of the incident did not know of the phrase. Hoth facts, as well as the 
concurrent date, nmst therefore have been seen by her in the Astral Light. 
. A stay of over three weeks in her household during March, 1889, 
brought me more closely in contact with Madame Blavatsky, and fits me to 
perceive how true are the certifications of her character by those who have 
been nearest to her. But apart from this, and as a matter of individual 
experience, there are two facts which, as bearing upon her worth, may be 
the contribution from one who knew her hmitedly as I did. 

The first is an enlarging conviction of her wisdom. On a number of 
occasions I have felt assured that her judgment was at fault, and that time 
would soon prove it. As to each of these, wnth one possible exception 
whereon I have not all the facts, time has proved her to have been right 
and me wrong. One naturally acquires confidence in a superior who is 
always thus vindicated at one's own expense. 

The second is an ever-increasing affection for her. 1 had not seen her 
for over two years before her departure, and my expressed desire was that 
she should never add to her labours by writing to me. Yet I have been ever 
conscious of a growing personal attachment, not mere reverence or loyalty 
nor even homage, but affection. Little deeds of kindness, gentle messages, 
thoughtful signs that no friend, however unimportant, was forgotten by the 
great heart which contained so much and yet lost sight of nothing, helped 
to feed a devotion which would anyhow have matured. If 1 have to bless 
her for great, transcendent benefit which illuminates each day of life, 1 can 
also thank her for words and acts which cheer it. And so it comes about 
that one who was not of those nearest her, nor yet of those long working 
for the Cause, can rank with those to whom no contemporary name is so 
tender, honoured, hallowed, sacred. 

Ali;\ani)ki< Fi LLHkToN, F.T.S. 

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ff^ahamt %labatsk^ at a WistmcL 

F/r was in the Spring of 1885 that I first heard the name of H. P. 
^ Blavatsky and the word ** Theosophy ". We were at hincheon, and 
my hostess began opening her mail. She tossed one pamphlet impatiently 
aside, with the remark : 

** Why do they send me that ? 1 am not a Theosophist." 

*' What is a Theosophist ? " queried I. 

** A follower of Madame Blavatsky's Eastern teachings." 

** And, pray, who is this Madame Blavatsky ? " 

With an exclamation at my ignorance — an ignorance caused by cir- 
cumstances which had removed me from all touch with the world of 
thought — my friend handed the discarded pamphlet to me, saying : 

" Read that, and you will know her." 

Prophetic remark ! *' That " was the Report of the Society of Psychic 
Research, and through it I did come to know her. Read with care, it left 
two distinct impressions upon my mind. 

First. Its amazing weakness as a verdict. My people on both sides 
had been lawyers for generations. 1 was accustomed to hear testimony 
discussed. The circumstantial nature of the evidence ; its fragmentary 
character; the insufficienc of testimony; the inadequacy of proof; the 
fact that a single witness, sent out for the purpose of discovering suspected 
fraud, and a witness whose account of his proceedings showed credulity 
and want of equipoise, all combined to fill me with surprise that any body 
of men should consent to issue matter so feeble as their deliberate judgment. 
The Report bore no evidence to my mind save that of an immense preju- 
dice, a predetermination to arraign and condemn. 

The second impression left upon me related to Madame Blavatsky 
herself. I saw trace of her immense activity, her intellectuality, her work, 
and her influence. Evidently here was a power, whether for good, or for 
evil. Either she was an adventuress far surpassing all the world had ever 
known, an original adventuress who slaved for intellectual progress and 
rule as others slave for nothing, not even for gold — or she was a martyr. 
1 could see no mean between. The force of her character took hold upon 
my imagination, and caused desire to know what were the teachings for 
which this woman braved — not alone obloquy, poverty, and persecution — 
but also the laughter of two continents, that laughter which is the deadliest 
weapon of the nineteenth century. So great impatience was engendered 
in me, so intense was my interest in the problem before me, that 1 went 
thai same aftrrnoon to hrara talk given by Mr. Arthur Gebhard in a private 

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salon, and all 1 heard convinced me, as by illumination, that the Theoso- 
phical teachings filled a life-long want of my nature ; that they alone could 
reconcile me to Life and to Death. 

As these teachings shed their beneficent light upon my path, I 
abandoned, so far as conscious thought was concerned, the fascinating 
J-51avatsky puzzle. The attempt to solve her character ended. 1 had 
started upon an intellectual amusement ; 1 had found a great Truth, found 
a hint of the Holy Grail, and all else was forgotten in this. ** It matters 
not what Blavatsky is," 1 exclaimed ; *' Theosophy is the Truth. And 
Truth is what avails ; its adherents are nothing." It was only later on, as 
the philosophy opened out before me, at once the lode-star and consolation 
of my life, that I discovered within myself, quite by chance, as it were, a 
profound, a passionate gratitude to that messenger who had dared all 
things, given all things, endured all things to bring this priceless and 
eternal gift to the Western world. She was my spiritual mother, my bene- 
factor and my guide. In the light of this thought all lesser ones were 
swallowed up. The need of understanding her character disappeared then, 
to emerge later on. For the moment she was only, to me, that soul to 
whom 1 owed the most. This indebtedness, no less than knowledge 
of her untiring and enormous labours, seemed to spur me on to such 
imitation as I could compass. For ever the idea that the only possible 
return I could make to my benefactress was to give to others that bread of 
life which she had given me, urged me to steadfast action. I seemed to 
feel, across the intervening distance, the vast surge of her activity, and as 
a thing to be sensed in all ways. It was as if what she had given was so 
vital that it germinated within me ; a life-impulse was imparted by her 
soul to mine. 1 never had the same experience with any other person or 
teaching. Only those who have passed through it can know the reality of 
the ** nuiltiplication of energy " as possessed by certain great souls. 
That which Keely has demonstrated to modern science — that the friction 
of inter-etheric action, and the play of molecule against molecule, atom 
against atom, liberates force instead of decreasing it, was here proven to 
me, upon the psychic plane and from a distance, by the energic action of her 
soul upon mine. It was tangible, verifiable ; it had a pulse, ran through a 
scale ; alternated but never waned. 

It was only at a later stage that the desire to understand Madame 
Blavatsky returned. The immediate cause of this emergence was attack 
made upon her. I felt a need to justify her, not alone to the world, but to 
myself. That is, I believed in her. But I wanted to be able to put the 
ground for that belief very clearly, to give reason (as well as intuition) for 
it. I found myself amply able to do this, and for a very simple reason. It 
became at once evident to me that the explanation of the personality of 
Madame Blavatsky was to be found in the philosophy taught by her. 
Message and messenger are one and the same thing in tht; laws of the 

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supra-natural, where, as Drummond puts it, cohesion is the law of laws. 
A person may teach a truth and yet may not he that truth, by virtue of 
Hvinp^ it. But he cannot impart a truth in its vitality, so that it fructifies — 
an energetic impulse of power — in other Hves, unless he possesses that 
Hfe-impulse by reason of his havinp; become it. He cannot give what he 
has not. For example: after deducting, as unproven, a number of reports 
concerning H.P.B. — reports which time has abundantly disproven — I found 
that those hints of magnetico-etheric laws given by the Eastern school, 
would explain many of her words or ways, as endeavours to set up, alter, 
contract or expand given vibrations in the nerve-aura, or in the ether, both 
of which are dynamic agents of vast power when acted upon by certain 
sound-combinations known to the Adept. It was not, for instance, the 
philological meaning of the word she spoke which she intended to take 
effect upon the hearer, but its tone, or its sound, or its vibratory ratio, 
which set up effects upon the inner planes and met conditions therein 
existing which she alone could see and use to helpful ends. She always 
acted from the plane of the Real, and we had only physical senses where- 
with to gauge her spiritual action ; hence our failure. The fact that soul 
is independent of body, and may absent itself from the body, leaving only 
a residuum of force and reflected consciousness to run the lK)dy, accounted 
for other peculiarities; and so on through the list. Nowhere could I find 
incongruity when 1 studied her from the stand-point of the inner and less 
unreal planes, and when I could not follow her mighty nature, 1 could still 
discern that, being what it was, it could only exist by virtue of going with 
the Law and not against it. When, in addition, I allowed for my own 
ignorance of Law and of those sub-rays called nature's laws or forces, the 
problem was answered. The fact of her existence thus became the most 
powerful factor of mine. Where I did well, she inspired me ; she, and 
what she gave forth. Where 1 did ill was where I departed from the 
philosophy and from her example. 

1 never met her, 1 never looked into her eyes. Words cannot picture 
regret. But after a time she wrote to me, of her own precedent and 
motion, as one w-ho responds from afar to the longing of a friend. Prompt 
to reply if 1 asked help for another, silent only to the personal call ; full of 
pity and anguish for the mistaken, the deserter, the suffering ; solicitous 
only for the Cause, the Work, so I found her always. Although she had a 
lion heart, it bled ; but it never broke. The subtle aroma of her courage 
spread over seas, invigorated and rejoiced every synchronous heart, set us 
to doing and to daring. Knowing thus her effect upon. our lives, in its 
daily incentive to altruistic endeavour, truth and virtue, we can smile at 
all alien testimony. Only from kindred virtues do these virtues spring. 
She could never have strengthened us in these things if she had not been 
possessed of them in abundant measure. 

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may say what they please ah ut her personality. 1 never knew a better 
one. It had the sturdiness and dignity of the druidic oak, and she was 
well expressed by the druidic motto : * The Truth against the World \ " 
Although in the flesh she remained unknown to me, she alone of all the 
world's Leaders gave me Truth, taught me how to find it, and to hold it 
** against the world ". The soul that can work such a miracle at a distance 
is no minor ray ; it is one of the great Solar Centres that die not, even 
though for a time we miscall it Helena Hhivatsky. 

J. Camphkli, V'f.r Pi.anck. 


bat ^ht tangljt Ms, 

jTL F 1 were to write this short memoir simply as an imperfect expression ot 
^,^ what H. P. H. was to me personally, and of the influence of her life 
and teachings upon my own life and aspirations, I should merely be adding 
one more testimony to that aflection and reverence which she inspired in 
all who learnt to understand her in some degree. There were those who 
were attracted to her by the magnetism of her personal influence, by her 
extraordinary intellect, by her conversational powers, and even by her 
militant unconventionality. Hut 1 was nor one of these. It washer message 
that attracted me ; it was as a teacher that I learnt to know and love her. 
Apart from her teachings 1 might have looked upon H. V, B. as an in- 
teresting and unique character, but I do not think I should have been 
attracted to her, had not her messaj^e spoken at once right home to my 
heart. It was through that message that I canie to know H. P. H., not as 
a mere personal friend, but as something infinitely more. 

Let me dwell therefore upon H. P. H. as a teacher, let me endeavour 
to express what it was that she set before me, and before so many others, 
the acceptance of which united us by ties which death cannot sever. 

First, and above all else, she shewed us the purpose of life. 

And when I say this 1 mean nuich more than might be commonly 
understood by this phrase. 1 mean much more than that she gave us an 
interest and a motive in this present life, and a belief or faith with regard 
to the next. Those who have learnt the lesson of the illusory nature of 
that which most men call life^ whether here or hereafter, need to draw their 
inspiration from a deeper source than is available in the external world of 
forms. But to the born Mystic there is often a long period of waiting and 
seeking before that source is found. Many years are spent in testing and 
rejecting first one system, then another, until it seems perchance as if life 
coukl be naught but a hopeless problem. And perhaps just when all 
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the quest, to tak*^ up the position, ** we do not know, and we cannot know " 
just then it has been that the hf^ht has dawned, the teacher has been sent, 
the word has been spoken, which lias recalled the lost memory of that 
hidden source of truth for which we have been seeking ; and we have taken 
up once more, at the point at which we dropped it in a previous life-time, 
that great task which we have set ourselves to accomplish. 

And thus she did something more than teach us a new system of 
philosophy. She drew together the threads of our life, those threads which 
run back into the past, and forward into the future, but which we had been 
unable to trace, and showed us the pattern we had been weaving, and the 
purpose of our work. 

She taught us Theosophy — not as a mere form of doctrine, not as a 
religion, or a philosophy, or a creed, or a working hypothesis, but as a 
living power in our lives. 

It is inevitable that the term Theosophy should come to be associated 
with a certain set of doctrines. In order that the message maybe given to 
the world it must be presented in a definite and systematic form. Hut in 
doing this it becomes exoteric, and nothing that is exoteric can be permanent, 
for it belongs to the world of form. She led us to look beneath the surface, 
behind the form ; to make the principle the real motive power of our life and 
conduct. To her the term Theosophy meant something infinitely more than 
could be set before the world in any Key to Theosophy, or Secret Doctrine, 
The nearest approach to it in any of her published works is in The Voice 
of the Silence ; yet even that conveys but imperfectly what she would — 
had the world been able to receive it — have taught and included in the 
term Theosophy. 

The keynote of her teachings, the keynote of her life, was — Self-sacrifice, 

** But stay. Disciple . . . Yet one word. Canst thou destroy divine 
COMPASSION ? Compassion is no attribute. It is the LAW of Laws — 
— eternal Harmony, Alaya's SELF ; a shoreless universal essence, the light 
of everlasting Right, and fitness of all things, the law of love eternal . . . 
Now bend thy head and listen well, C) Bodhisattva — Compassion speaks 
and saith : ' Can there be bliss when all that lives must suffer ? Shalt 
thou be saved and hear the whole world cry ? ' " 

And thus though doctrinal Theosophy speaks of Devachan and Nirvana : 
of rest for the weary storm -tossed pilgrim of life ; of a final goal of bliss 
past all thought and conceiving ; yet, to those who are able to receive it, it 
says that there is something higher and nobler still, that though thrice great 
is he who has ** crossed and won the Aryahata Path ", he is greater still, 
who having won the prize can put it aside, and *' remain unselfish till the 
endless end ". 

And so H. P. B. often pointed out to us those men and women who. 
were true Theosophists, though they stood outside of the Theosophical 
movement, and even appeared antagonistic to it. Already in the world a 

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Thfosophist has come to mean someone who believes in Re-incarnation and 
Karma, or some other distinctive doctrine. But the term was never so 
Hmitcd in its application by the great founder of the Theosophical Society^ 
She taught these doctrines in order that men might dissociate themselves 
from all forms of doctrine, and reach '* Alaya's Self*. There is no^older 
doctrine than this of Divine Compassion, of Universal Brotherhood. It is 
the essence of all the teachings of all the Buddhas and Christs the world 
has ever known. It is above all doctrines, all creeds, all formulas; it is 
the essence of all religion. Yet men ever miss it, miss the one principle 
which alone can save the world, and take refuge instead in the selfish 
desires of their lower nature. 

Individualism is the keynote of modern civilization ; competition and 
survival of the fittest, the practical basis of our morality. Our modern 
philosophers and scientific teachers do all that is possible to reduce man to 
the level of an animal, to show his parentage, his ancestry and his genius 
as belonging to the brute creation, and conditioned by brutal laws of blind 
force and dead matter. What wonder then that one who believed so 
ardently in the divine nature of man, in the divine law of love, should 
oppose with scornful contempt the teachings of both religion and science 
which thus degrade humanity. 

And she paid the inevitable penalty. Misunderstood, slandered, and 
vilified to the last degree, she lived a hero's life, and died a martyr's death. 
Only those who were her intimate friends knew how she suffered, mentally 
and bodily. The man who dies with his face to the foe, fighting to the last 
though covered wMth wounds, is accounted a hero. But in the heat of 
l^attle there is oblivion of pain, there is a superhuman strength of madness 
and frenzy. How much more should she be accounted a hero who could 
hold on to life, and work as no other woman has worked, through years of 
physical and mental torture. 

Some few years ago she was at death's door. Humanly speaking, she 
ought to have died then. She was given up by the doctors ; she herself 
knew she was dying, and rejoiced greatly. But the Master came to her, 
r^howed her the w^ork that must still be done, and gave her her choice — the 
bliss of dying or the cross of living. 

She chose the cross. And thus not merely did she teach us the 
meaning of Theosophy by precept, but also by example. She was herself 
the greatest of the Theosophists, not merely because she founded the 
movement, and restored to the world the treasures of ancient wisdom, but 
because she herself had made the '* Great Renunciation ". 

William Kingsland, F.T.S. 

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JTrom InMa. 

[Babula, H. p. B/s Hindu servant, writing from Adyar, sends a leader 
that appeared in the Indian Mirror oi May 13th. ** Humanity", he says, 
** has sustained an irreparable loss from her sudden death. With tears in 
my eyes I wrote this brief note.'* We print the leader among these 
memorial articles as a testimony from the East that she loved so well.] 

"Gone is the glory from the grass, 
And splendour from the tiovver ! " 

ELIONA PETROVNA BLAVATSKY has ceased to exist on this 
earthly plane. She is gone from among us. Madame Blavatsky*s 
death is a blow to all the world. She was not of this nation or that. The wide 
earth was her home, and all mankind were her brothers, and these brothers 
are now plunged in mourning for the loss of a priceless sister. For ourselves, 
dazed as we are with blinding grief, it is all impossible for us to realise the 
enormity of this loss. Our affection for Madame Blavatsky was so personal, 
we were so longing to see her in flesh once more in India, and to press her 
hallowed hand, that now that this desire has been cruelly crushed by death, 
a stupor has crept over all our senses, and we are writing as if it were 
mechanically. We recall the features of the dear lady, who is assuredly a 
saint now, her quick movements, the rapid flow of words, those light, 
glowing eyes, which saw through you and, at a glance, turned you inside 
out — anon we behold her, kind and gentle as a mother, and wise as a father, 
pouring faith, hope, and consolation into your ears, as you mention to her 
your doubts and your anxieties — there Madame Blavatsky, or H. P. B., as 
she loved to be called, and as loving friends always called her in affection, 
there H. P. B. stands before us now, all herself, free from disease, and, 
seems to whisper to us thejarger faith, which animated her through life, 
that trust in the infinite purpose, which is both the karma and the destiny 
of the Divine Man ! 

Madame Blavatsky was decidedly the most remarkable person that 
this age has produced. The whole of her life was simply extraordinary. 
There is no existing human standard by which to judge her. She will 
always stand out alone. There was only one Madame Blavatsky, there 
never will be any other. It was always difficult to understand her at all 
points, she was often the greatest puzzle to her most intimate friends, and 
the mystery of her life is yet only partly revealed. But future generations 
will have come at a sufficient distance of time to free them from circum- 
stantial prejudices, and to pronounce an accurate judgment on Madame 
Blavatsky's life and work, and we say confidently that before many years 
have gone by, she will be regarded as an Avatar, a holy incarnation, and 
divine honours will be paid to her memory. 

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The story of Madame Blavatsky's life appeared while she was yet 
alive, and has been read with wonder everywhere. There is no parallel to 
such a biography as Mr. Sinnett has related. It is a story of a wayward 
and fanciful child, slowly budding into womanhood, enjoying curious 
experiences, and astonishing and frightening in turns the inmates of a 
noble and fashionable Russian home. Then comes the marriage with 
General Blavatsky, whom the girl took for husband for very frolic, and ran 
away from immediately after without allowing him time or opportunity to en- 
force his conjugal rights. Then we follow the high-souled and eccentric woman 
in her wanderings in the East, obedient to the occult call, which she heard 
far back in her childhood. And the East has claimed her as its very own ever 
since. But her bones have not been laid in the East. Our readers will 
remember that such a hope had been expressed by us only a few days ago, 
but, at that time, we had no fears that her death would occur so soon. In 
fact, we were preparing to invite her back, and entreat her to pass her de- 
clining years in India. For India, or rather Tibet, was the promised land 
for Madame Blavatsky. It was there that she acquired her extraordinary 
learning and her wonderful knowledge of the world-old religions and philo- 
sophies of the East, and ever humbly and gratefully she professed herself to 
be the slave and the worldly instrument of the Masters, who received, 
taught and protected her. But for the Masters, she would have died before 
long, for during her world-wide wanderings she had contracted germs of 
many and complicated diseases. Before her final departure from India, her 
life had been given up, and it was a veritable marvel to her physicians that 
she did pull through. But at that time, she had not yet completed her life- 
work. The message of the Masters had not yet been fully delivered. It 
was subsequently given to the world in that monumental work. The Secret 

Madame Blavatsky may be literally said to have lived and died for 
India. The Theosophical Society was founded expressly for dissemi- 
nating the religious and philosophic truths of Vedanta and Buddhism 
among the Western nations. But those truths were known very partially 
in this country itself. Madame Blavatsky was accordingly required to 
transfer her labours among us, and for several years she became a living 
sacrifice for the sake of the Hindus, who, however, turned away most un- 
gratefully from her, when she most needed their support. But now they 
have been rightly punished. Their land is not made sacred, as English 
ground has been, by her tomb or cenotaph. And English Theosophists 
have been certainly much more faithful to her than we in India have been. 
Theirs is and will be the exceeding great reward. But shall we not endea- 
vour to wipe away the reproach and the shame ? It can only be by raising 
such a memorial to Heliona Petrovna Blavatsky's memory as shall show 
the strength and extent of our repentance, and our appreciation of all that 
she ever did for India. 

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HERE are certain bereavements which one would prefer to bear in 
silence, since words are too poor to do them justice. Under such 
an one the members of the Theosophical Society, and I, especially, are 
now suffering. Our loss is too great for adequate expression. Ordinary 
friends and acquaintances may be replaced, even in time forgotten, but 
there is no one to replace Helena Petrovna, nor can she ever be for- 
gotten. Others have certain of her gifts, none has them all. This 
generation has not seen her like, the next probably will not. Take her 
all in all, with her merits and demerits, her bright and her dark moods, 
her virtues and her foibles, she towers above her contemporaries as one 
of the most picturesque and striking personages in modern history. 
Her life, as I have known it these past seventeen years, as friend, colleague 
and collaborator, has been a tragedy, the tragedy of a martyr-philanthropist. 
Burning with zeal for the spiritual welfare and intellectual enfranchisement 
of humanity, moved by no selfish inspiration, giving herself freely and 
without price to her altruistic work, she has been hounded to her death-day, 
by the slanderer, the bigot and the Pharisee. These wretches are even 
unwilling that she should sleep in peace, and are now defiling her burial urn 
in the vain hope of besmirching her memory — as the Roman Catholics have 
those of Cagliostro and St. Germain, her predecessors — by their mendacious 
biographies. Their scheme will fail, because she has left behind her a 
multitude of witnesses ready to do justice to her character and show the 
purity of her motives. None more so than myself, for, since our first 
meeting in 1874, we have been intimate friends, imbued with a common 
purpose and, in fraternal sympathy, working on parallel lines towards a 
common goal. In temperament and abilities as dissimilar as any two 
persons could well be, and often disagreeing radically in details, we have 
yet been of one mind and heart as regards the work in hand and in our 
reverent allegiance to our Teachers and Masters, its planners and 
overlookers. We both knew them personally, she a hundred times more 
intimately than I, and this made the rupture of our relationship as 
unthinkable a question as the dissolution of the tie of uterine brotherhood. 
She was to me a sister in a peculiar sense, as though there had been no 
period of beginning to our alliance, but rather a psychical consanguinity 
which dated from anterior earth-lives. She was pre-eminently a double- 
selfed personality, one of them very antipathetic to me and some others. 
Her almost constant ill-health and the want of touch between herself and 
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But she was never commonplace. I loved her for the other, the higher 
self, which was also the most mysterious. One seeing us together would 
have said I had her fullest confidence, yet the fact is that, despite seventeen 
years of intimacy in daily work, she was an enigma to me to the end. 
Often I would think I knew her perfectly, and presently discover that there 
were deeper depths in her self-hood I had not sounded. I never could find 
out who she was, not as Helena Petrovna, daughter of the Hahns and Dolgo- 
roukis, whose lineage was easy to trace, but as ** H.P.B.," the mysterious 
individuality which wrote, and worked wonders. Her family had no idea 
whence she drew her exhaustless stream of curious erudition. I wrote and asked 
her respected aunt the question, soon after the writing of ** Isis Unveiled " 
was begun, but she could afford no clue. Madame Fadeyef replied : 
** When I last saw her" — some five years previously — **she did not know, 
even in her dreams, the learned things you tell me she is now discussing ". 
I helped H.P.B. on that first of her wonderful works, ** Isis," and saw 
written or edited every page of the MSS. and every galley of the proof- 
sheets. The production of that book, with its numberless quotations and 
its strange erudition, was quite miracle enough to satisfy me, once and for 
all, that she possessed psychical gifts of the highest order. But there was 
far more proof than even that. Often and often, when we two were 
working alone at our desks far into the night, she would illustrate her 
descriptions of occult powers in man and nature by impromptu experimental 
phenomena. Now that 1 look back to it, I can see that these phenomena 
were seemingly chosen with the specific design of educating me in psychical 
science, as the laboratory experiments of Tyndall, Faraday or Crookes are 
planned so as to lead the pupil seriatim through the curriculum of physics or 
chemistry. There were no Coulombs then above the mud, no third parties 
to befool, none waiting for jewelry presents, or Yoga powers, or special tips 
about the short cut to Nirvana : she merely wanted my literary help on her 
book ; and, to make me comprehend the occult laws involved in the 
moment's discussion, she experimentally proved the scientific ground she 
stood upon. More things were thus shown me that have never been 
written about, than all the wondrous works the public has read about her 
having done in the presence of other witnesses. Is it strange, then, that all 
the humbugging tales and reports by interested critics, about her trickery 
and charlatanry, failed to shake my knowledge of her real psychical powers ? 
And what wonder that I, who have been favoured beyond all others in the 
Theosophical Society with these valid proofs ; who was shown by her the 
realities of transcendental chemistry and physics, and the marvellous 
dynamic potencies of the human mind, will, and soul ; who was led by her 
into the delightful path of truth which I have ever since joyfully trodden ; 
and who was made personally to see, know, and talk with the Eastern 
Teachers — what wonder that I have loved her as a friend, prized her as a 
teacher, and evermore keep her memory sacred ? Living, I might quarrel 

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with her, but dead, I must only bewail her irreparable loss, and redouble 
my exertions to push on our joint work. 

This seems the proper moment to answer many questions as to what I 
think about the Patterson-Coulomb-Hodgson cabal against my dear friend. 
The hostile papers are rechauffing ad nauseam those funeral baked meats. 
Wherever I lectured in Australia there were muck-rakes to stir up the 
faeculent compost. I say, then, that I do not consider the charges proven. 
More than that nobody can go, unless he should have the gift of reading 
the innermost consciousness of the accusers and accused. On the very 
day when the charges against her were first published in the Times^ she — 
then in London — wrote that paper an indignant denial. I have seen no 
proof since then to support the contrary. The alleged letters to Mme. 
Coulomb were never shown her or me ; the Coulombs stand self-impeached 
as to honesty of character;. Mr. Hodgson's report evinces his dense 
ignorance at the time of psychical and mediumistic laws and the 
indispensable rules of spiritualistic research, even of the commonest rules 
of legal evidence; the elaborate Nethercliff analysis of the Koot Hoomi and 
H.P.B. letters is a farce to the experienced psychologist, and moreover was 
completely nullified by the contradictory analysis made by the equally 
noted sworn expert of the Imperial High Court of Berlin ; and H.P.B.'s 
life and labours distinctly give the lie to the injurious suppositions put forth 
against her. Finally, we have the convincing fact of her having exhibited 
weird psychical powers since her childhood, and especially while in New 
York, after the autumn of 1874, in the presence of many unimpeachable 
witnesses. I do not hesitate a moment, under the above circumstances, in 
accepting her simple denial in place of the most elaborate guessing and 
sophistical special pleading of her detractors. I may have been hypnotised, 
as alleged, but, if so, I do not know it. 

Much has been made out of the fact that she did not go into Court to 
vindicate her character against the palpable libels of the Missionary and 
allied parties. For this she is not to blame : quite the contrary. But for my 
vehement protests she would have dragged the adversaries into the Madras 
Courts as soon as she got back from Lcndon, via Cairo, in 1884. ^^ friend 
had offered her Rs. 10,000 to cover the expenses. It was then barely a 
fortnight before the time for the Annual Convention of our Society — 
December 27th, 1884 — and I insisted upon her waiting until a Special 
Judicial Committee of the Convention should advise her as to her proper 
course. We were — I told her — the property of the Society, and bound to 
sink our private preferences and selves for the public good. She was 
stubborn to that degree, that I had to threaten to quit my official position before 
she would listen to reason. The Convention met, and the case was referred 
to a Committee composed of Hindu Judges and other legal gentlemen of 
high official and private standing. They unanimously reported against 
H.P.B.'s going to laws for one reason, because there was but the shadow 

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of a chance of getting justice from a prejudiced Anglo-Indian jury, in any 
case involving questions of Eastern religious science (Yoga), or the existence 
of (to process-servers) inaccessible Mahatnias ; and, for another, because 
neither a favorable nor unfavorable verdict would be likely to change the 
opinions of those respectively who knew, and did not know the truth about 
psychical powers (Siddhis), and her possession of them ; while, finally, the 
most sacred feelings of Hindus and Buddhists were sure to be outraged by 
the ribald bantec of counsel when cross-examining the witnesses as to 
matters of personal knowledge or belief. The Convention adopted 
unanimously the views of the Committee, and H.P.B. was forced to yield 
to the majority and nerve herself up to bear the consequences. The 
outrageous Salem Riot case, which was then fresh in the public memory, 
gave great weight to the Committee's decision in the present instance. 
Though restrained, H.P.B. was not convinced, and but for the constant 
opposition of her best friends, would have gone into Court at several later 
stages of the controversy, when the grossest personal insults were used as 
bait to entice her into the trap set by her enemies, whose bitterest spite 
has ever been against her personally. She chafed like a caged lioness, and 
thus aggravated her physical ailments, viz,, a form of Bright 's disease, an 
affection of the heart, and a tendency towards apoplexy. The climate 
enfeebled her, and the worry was killing her so fast that her medical adviser 
at last gave me the following certificate : 

" I hereby certify that Madame Blavatsky is quite unfit for the constant excitement 
and worry to which she is exposed in Madras. The condition of her heart renders perfect 
quiet and a suitable climate essential. 1, therefore, recommend that she should at once 
proceed to Europe and remain in a temperate climate, in some quiet spot. 

(Signed) Mary Schaklieb, 
31.3-85. M.B. and B.Sc, London." 

Dr. Scharlieb privately warned me that H.P.B. was liable to drop 
down dead at any moment in one of her paroxysms of excitement. I lost 
no time after that — you may believe — in sending her away to Italy in the 
most unobtrusive way possible. Dr. Scharlieb's husband superintended 
her embarkation, providing the stretcher upon. which she was carried, and 
arranging with the captain of the French steamer for hoisting her aboard 
from the small boat, in an invalid chair hung in slings. This was the 
pretended flight from Madras to escape being cited as a witness in a case 
then pending — for which calumny the Rev. Mr. Patterson, of the Scottish 
Mission, made himself responsible in print. Since that day our dear friend 
never saw India again in the body. From then until the day of her death 
she was under constant medical care, most of the time extremely ill and 
suffering. Twice or thrice I urged her to come out for at least one cold- 
weather season ; she was willing, but her physician. Dr. Mennell, positively 
refused consent, alleging that she would most probably die at sea. In 
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a month I had been summoned back from Rangoon to receive her last 

On the 2 1 St March, 1885, she addressed the General Council, insisting 
upon their granting her permission to retire from office, saying : ** My 
present illness is pronounced mortal by my medical attendants, and I am 

not promised even one certain year of life I leave with you, one and all, 

and to every one of my friends and sympathizers, my loving farewell. 
Should this be my last word, I would implore you all, as you have regard for the 
welfare of mankind and your own karma, to he true to the Society and not to permit it 
to be overthrown by the enemy, 

** Fraternally and ever yours, in life and death, 

(Signed) H. P. Blavatsky." 

And yet, despite her horrible physical state, she worked on at her 
desk twelve hours a day, year in and year out. The monuments of her 
literary industry between 1885 and 1891 are **The Secret Doctrine", **The 
Key to Theosophy ", The Voice of the Silence ", ** Gems from the East ", the 
several volumes of her new magazine Lucifer, her contributions in Russian 
and French to continental magazines, a great bulk of unpublished MSS. for 
Vol. III. of the ** Secret Doctrine", and her Esoteric Section, or private 
school of instruction in occult philosophy and science, which, at her death, 
numbered between one and. two thousand pledged and enthusiastic pupils. 
Is this charlatanism, this tireless labour of brain and soul to collate and 
spread knowledge for the profit of others ? If so, let us pray for the evolution 
of many charlatans. Does any unprejudiced person believe that one who 
could show such self-sacrifice and display such encyclopaedic learning, 
would stoop to the petty and profitless trickery outlined in the insinuations 
and charges of her accusers ? For pity's sake, let the dead lioness lie in 
peace, and seek a more ignoble carcase upon which to vomit. 

It is amazing, the shallow falsehoods that have been — nay, are at this 
very hour of writing being — circulated against her. Among them, perhaps 
the wickedest are charges of immorality,"'' because the fact is — as a surgical 
certificate of an eminent German specialist proves — that she was physically 
incapable of indulging in sifth conduct, and of being a mother. This 
disposes of a number of vile stories to her prejudice. But nobody who had 
passed one day in her company could entertain the least suspicion of her 
feeling like other women in these matters — if there were ever a sexless 
being, it was she. Nor did she ever, in the years of our acquaintance, 
drink a glass of any kind of liquor. She smoked incessantly, no doubt, 
after her national Russian fashion, and she used strong language, and was 
eccentric to a degree, in most things of a conventional nature ; but she was 
neither thief, harlot, drunkard, gambling-house keeper, nor any one of the 
other dozen criminal things she has been recklessly charged with being, by 
a set of scurvy writers not worthy of cleaning her shoes. Her day of 

* Damnable icalumnies which have been most widely circulated by conservative 
(!) papers. 

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vindication is not yet come, nor am 1, long her most close friend, the fittest 
one to do her impartial justice. Yet it will come, and then the hand which 
pens the verdict of posterity will undoubtedly write her honoured name, not 
down among the poor charlatans who stake all upon the chance of profitless 
renown, but high up, beside that of Abou Ben Adhem, ^who loved his 
fell J w men. 

Upon receiving at Sydney by cable — and otherwise — the news of her 
sudden death, 1 cancelled my New Zealand and Tasnianian tours and 
took passage by the next steamer for Europe — on board which I am 
writing this with a heavy heart and stumbling pen. I have arranged by 
cable for a special meeting of the General Council at London, at which 
the future plans of the Society will be determined. While it will be 
impossible for us to replace H. P. B. by anyone this side the Himalayas, 
yet the work will go on as to its general lines without a moment's break. 
I have anticipated her death too many years to be discomfited and dis- 
heartened by it, now that the bolt has fallen. We had each our department 
of work — hers the mystical, mine the practical. In her line, she infinitely 
excelled me and every other of her colleagues. I have no claim at all to 
the title of metaphysician, nor to anything save a block of very humble 
knowledge. Even though not another page of mystical teaching should be 
given, there is quite enough to afford this generation key after key to 
unlock the closed portals of the hoary temple of truth. The thirsters after 
novelty may be downcast, but the real mystic will lack nothing which is 

Postscriptum, — Colombo, June loth. Upon arrival, I get the full 
particulars of our direful catastrophe. H. P. B. breathed her last at 2.25 
P.M. on Friday, the 8th May ; sitting in her big arm-chair, her head 
supported by her dear friend Miss Laura Cooper, her hands held by 
Messrs. Wright and Old, members of her stafi". Her devoted and unselfish 
physician. Dr. Z. Mennell, had left her but about an hour before, convinced 
that she would recover. There had been a sudden reaction, and, after an 
ineffectual struggle for breath, she passed out into the shadow- world — 
the vestibule of the world of light and perfect knowledge. Her remains 
were, at her request, cremated at Woking, near London, in presence of a 
considerable number of her and the Society's friends. The ashes were 
recovered after a brief delay of two hours, and are to be preserved in a 
silver urn. The London press teemed with articles, mostly of an unkind 
and personal character, yet all agreeing in the acknowledgment of her 
personal greatness. The Birmingham Gazette of May 12th puts the case thus 
sententiously : ** Mme. Blavatsky was either a woman of most transcendent 
power with a mission almost divine, or she was the most shameless 
charlatan of the age ". We, her intimates, do not hesitate to place her in 
the first category. 

"If she were an impostor," says the B.C., "and deliberately an impostor, no words 

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can express the abhorrence with which her impiety and mendacity must be regarded. If 
she were not an impostor, but • a messenger from the Masters', the world, as it awakens to 
the truth, will ever regret that it refused to receive her, and that to the last it ridiculed 
her doctrines, and suspected her motives. In Mme. Blavatsky's life there is no black spot 
to be detected by the microscope of the critic. She did good deeds. She preached purity 
and self-denial. She taught that virtue was excellent for virtue's sake. Her philanthropy 
was well-known, and her beneficent labours for the East End slaves have been acknow- 
ledged and appreciated. So far as personal example could testify, she was a woman worthy 
of admiration. But the moment her religion was considered, and more specially the means 
taken to prove its righteousness and its divine inspiration, confidence was shaken." 

This is the crux : let posterity judge between her and her detractors. 

" No doubt " — continues the same paper — " these people are in sincere belief. We aie 
loth to call Mme. Blavatsky a schemer, a fraud, and an impious romancer. We prefer to 
think that she laboured under hallucinations, and that in a desire to do great good she was 
led to trickery, subterfuge, and deceit. It is not wonderful that she obtained a following ; 
it is only deplorable. 


" There is only one redeeming feature in the Theosophic movement. It aimed at 
making man regard his life as precious, and as worthy of purification ; and it endeavoured 
to lead the human race to regard themselves as one community, united in the great effort 
to learn their relationship to each other and to their Maker." 

We need not quarrel about theological terms, since our critic concedes 
that we follow aims so noble as those above defined. Only a truculent 
bigot would deny us this justice. 

Our private advices from London relate that letters and telegrams of 
condolence came pouring in. My experience in Australia and here at 
Colombo, has been the same. I gratefully thank all friends for their 
kindness. Our Buddhist schools in Ceylon were closed for two days as a 
mark of respect, and after my lecture on ** Australia ", at Colombo, on the 
evening of the 12th June, I took promises of subscriptions to the ahiount of 
Rs. 500 towards a '* Blavatsky Scholarship Fund ", the interest upon which 
is to be devoted to the support of two Buddhist girls attending our schools. 
Some thought of putting up memorial tablets, but I considered this the 
better plan. It is what I myself should prefer, and I am sure she would 
also. What are grand tablets or statues to this tired pilgrim who has gone 
out from our sight into the presence of the Knowers ? Let her memorial be 
the golden precepts she has translated from the Mystic Volume. Let the 
mourning disciple weep — not for her death, but for what she had to suffer 
in life, in body and soul, unjustly or justly, as her Prarahdha Karnta may 
have worked it out. She knew the bitterness and gloom of physical life 
well enough, often saying to me that her true existence only began when 
nightly she had put her body to sleep and went out of it to the Masters. I 
can believe that, from often sitting and watching her from across the table, 
when she was away from the body, and then when she returned from her 
soul-flight and resumed occupancy, as one might call it. When she was 
away the body was like a darkened house, when she was there it was as 
though the windows were brilliant with lights within. One who has not 

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seen this change, cannot understand why the mystic calls his physical body, 
a "shadow*'. 

H.P.B/s enthusiasm was a quenchless flame at which all our 
Theosophists lit their torches, an example which stirred the sluggish blood 
like the sound of a war trumpet. 

Finished is thy present work, Lanoo. We shall meet again. Pass on 
to thy reward. 

H. S. Olcott, P.T.S. 

bat H. ^. %. hih for me. 

Y first introduction to H. P. B. took place at an important 
meeting of the London Lodge T. S. in Mr. Hood's rooms in 
Lincoln's Inn, where she suddenly and most unexpectedly made her 
appearance, having come over at a moment's notice from Paris in 
obedience to that voice whose commands were ever her absolute law. 
From the time when I first looked into her eyes, there sprang up within 
me a feeling of perfect trust and confidence, as in an old and long-tried 
friend, which never changed or weakened, but rather grew stronger, 
more vivid, and more imperious as close association taught me to know 
the outer H. P. Blavatsky better. Not that I could always understand her 
motives and actions ; on the contrary many a night has been spent in 
pondering, in anxiously seeking a clue — that could not be found. But, 
however puzzled, I could never look into her eyes without feeling sure that 
** it was all right somehow ", and again and again the feeling was justified — 
often months or even years afterwards — when the turning of some corner 
in the pathway of my own inner growth gave a new and more extended 
view of the past, and made its meaning so clear and obvious that instinc- 
tively the thought rose in the heart, " What a blessed fool I must be not 
to have seen that ages ago ". 

H. P. B., however, was very slow indeed to interfere with anyone's 
life, to advise or even to throw light upon its tangled skein — in words at 
least. When we first met, I stood at the parting of two very different life- 
roads ; repeatedly did I ask her guidance and direction ; well did she know 
that any words she spoke would be gladly, eagerly followed. But not one 
hint even could I extract, though she was acquainted in detail with all the 
facts. Seeing, at last, that I had no right to force upon another the 
responsibility for my own life — the first lesson she ever taught me — I 
decided on adopting the course which duty to others seemed to point out. 
All was settled, every preparation made, trunks and boxes packed for 
departure to enter on a new line of life. 1 was in the act of bidding her 

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farewell at midnight ; she stopped me with the words, ** If you do so and 
so (i.e. follow the course I had decided upon) the consequences will be 
thus " {i,e. disastrous to myself and others). We parted ; by morning I 
had decided to act upon her warning, did so, changed the whole tenour of 
my life, and stand to-day in my present position. Looking back over the years 
that have fled since she uttered those few words, I see clearly that her 
warning would have been fulfilled with the certainty of fate, had I not 
heeded her voice ; and though, since then, my debt of gratitude to her 
guiding and saving hand has grown like a mountain avalanche, yet I look 
back to those few minutes as perhaps the most decisive in my life. 

But the debt owed to H. P. B. on this and similar scores is small 
compared with other items in the long account, w-hich even the faithful and 
devoted service of many lives will fail to balance. 

Born with the sceptical and scientific spirit of the closing 19th century, 
though brought up in the truest sense religiously, thought and study early 
dissolvedaway every trace of faith in aught that could not be proved, especially 
faith in any future such as is taught by creeds and churches. Entering on life 
with no surer guide than the *' constitutional morality " innate and educated 
into almost every child born of parents such as mine ; with a sentimental 
admiration for altruism and unselfishness drawn from the example and 
loving care of home surroundings, which the relentless logic of a hopeless 
materialism was slowly gnawing away ; what would have been the 
probable outcome ? Surely a slow descent into utter selfishness and self- 
absorption. From this fate H. P. B., by her teaching, her experimental 
demonstration, above all by the force of her daily life, saved me as she 
saved many another. Before I knew her, life had no ideal worth striving 
for — to me at least — since the ultimate blank destruction to which material- 
ism must point as the final outcome of the world -process, chilled each 
generous emotion or effort with the thought of its perfect uselessness ; left 
no motive to strive after the difficult, the remote, since death, the all-devourer, 
would cut short the thread of life long ere the goal be reached, and even 
the faint hope of benefitting generations yet to come sank into ashes before 
the contemplation of the insane, idiotic purposelessness and meaninglessness 
of the whole struggle. 

From this enervating paralysis, crushing all real inner life and tainting 
each hour of the day, H. P. B. delivered me and others. Do we not owe 
her more than life ? 

Yet further. Every thinking or feeling man finds himself surrounded on 
all sides by terrible problems, sphinxes threatening to devour the very race 
unless their riddles are solved. We see the best intentioned efforts do harm 
instead of good ; blank darkness closes us in ; where shall we look for light ? 
H. P. B. pointed out to us the yet dim star shining down the pathway of 
time, she taught those who would listen to seek within themselves its ray, 
pointed out the road to be travelled, indicated its sign posts and dangers. 

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made us realise that he who perseveres and endures in self-forgetting effort 
to help humanity holds in his hands the clue to life's tangled mazes, for his 
heart and mind alike grow filled with the wisdom that is born of love and 
knowledge, purified from all taint of self. 

This H. P. B. caused many to realise ; does she not deserve all our 
devotion ? 

How can I write of my own personal relations with, or feelings towards 
H . P. B. ? With her in Paris ; constantly seeing her at the Arundales' in 
London ; at the Gebhards' in Elberfeld ; again in London before her 
departure for India in the autumn of 1884 ; I took up the thread in Ostend 
in 1887. Thenceforward w^orking daily and hourly at her side, striving to 
help, however feebly, in her noble work, I left her only at her express 
command to go on ** foreign service"; for she never suffered personal 
affection or feelings to weigh one straw in the balance when the good of the 
Cause was concerned. 

Writing thus after so many have spoken of her, there remains little 
upon the surface for me to record, and I cannot express aught of the feeling 
and consciousness that lie below. None but her own equal could ever give 
a true picture of our leader, whether as loving friend, as wise teacher, as 
more than mother to us all ; stern and unbending when need arose ; never 
hesitating to inflict pain or use the surgeon's knife when good could be 
wrought thereby ; keen-sighted, unerring to detect hidden weakness and 
la}' it bare to the sight of her pupils — not by words, but almost tangibly ; 
forcing by daily, hourly example whom she loved to rise to the level of her 
own lofty standard of duty and devotion to Truth ; H. P. B. will ever 
occupy a unique place in our hearts and minds, a place ever filled with that 
ideal of human life and duty which found expression in her own actions. 

One marked characteristic of her life, both as a whole and in detail, 
was a marvellous singleness of heart and purpose. She was above all else 
the Servant of Man ; none came to her with a sincere, honest appeal for 
help and failed to get it ; no enemy, no one even who had most cruelly 
and wantonly injured her, ever came to her in need and was thrown back. 
She would take the clothes off her back, the bread from her mouth, to help 
her worst, her most malicious foe in distress or suffering. Had the 
Coulombs ever turned up in London between 1887 and 1891 in distress 
and misery, she would have taken them in, clothed and fed them. To 
forgive them she had no need, for anything approaching hatred or the 
remembrance of personal injury was as far from her nature as Sirius from 
the earth. 

Thus she bore her heavy burden, the Karma of the T.S. and all its 
members good and bad, in ill-health, physical pain, utter exhaustion of 
brain and body, working day and night for the Cause to which she had 
vowed her life. A spectacle this not often to be seen, and more seldom 
still finding an imitator. Few, but those who enjoyed it, realise how great 

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was the privilege of close association with her in her work ; to me it 
stands as the greatest of boons, and to deserve its resumption at some 
future time shall be the purpose of my future. Most keenly I feel how little 
I profited by the grand opportunity in comparison with what might have 
been gained in power and knowledge to serve humanity ; but each of us can 
assimilate only according to his preparedness, and what lessons we can 
learn depends on our own fitness, not on the favour of our teacher. There- 
fore let us strive unceasingly to be better prepared when next that teacher 
comes amongst us. 

Many are the tributes of gratitude, love, and devotion that H. P. B.'s 
departure has called forth. From circumstances mine comes to stand 
among the last and briefest ; but it is in deeds not words that her life must 
blossom and bear fruit in her pupils. She left us the charge ** to keep the link 
unbroken ", to hand on to others the help she gave so freely to ourselves. Let 
us up and be doing. Brothers, for the time is short, the task mighty, and our 
Teacher's noblest monument will be the growth and spread of the light she 
brought to the world. 

Bertram Keightlev, F.T.S. 

1. f. ». 

(Read at the Convention of the European Section of the TS.^ by the Spanish delegate,) 

tHE Foundress of the Theosophical Society ; the Initiate in Divine 
^^^ Wisdom ; the noble woman, who with incomparable self-sacrifice and 
courage, gave up her position, her fortune, her comfort, and even her 
country, in her love for humanity, for the sake of spreading the Eternal 
Truth — is dead. The Theosophical Society, which sorrows over this irre- 
parable loss, has just received a terrible blow, and it is not within my power to 
measure, at present, the consequences entailed by the death of its Teacher 
on the Society. 

My desire is more modest. I wish only to speak of the links which 
united me to H.P.B., and of the mighty influence which her high-souled 
individuality exercised upon me, on my method of thought, of feeling, 
and also on my views of moral, intellectual and material things — in fact on 
my whole life. I regret indeed being obliged to write firom such a personal 
standpoint, but I think that, perhaps, an analysis of my present moral 
condition may be useful and analogous to that of many of my brothers here 
present, who like myself were honoured by the personal acquaintance of 
H.P.B. It will have, at any rate, one great advantage : that is, my words and 
experiences are based on personal knowledge, and not on hearsay, and when 
we are considering moral and even spiritual questions, there is, I think, only 
one sure criterion — personal experience. In the remarkable article published 

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on the 15th June, in the Review of Reviews, Mr. A. P. Sinnett well says: 
'* She dominated every situation in which she was placed, and she had to be 
either greatly loved or greatly hated by those she came in contact with. She 
could never be an object of indifference." 

Now in my opinion this statement is very correct, and I have no doubt 
that my brothers here present will agree with me. When first I came to 
London with the sole aim of meeting and knowing H.P.B., whose gifts had 
made a profound impression on me, I realised that I was going to make the 
acquaintance of the most remarkable person of this age : remarkable alike 
for the depth of her knowledge and for her vast wisdom. It was no mere 
curiosity, but a feeling of all-powerful attraction which drew me to her, a 
feeling sui generis, which can only be explained on an occult basis. The 
reality was beyond my utmost expectation ; I felt that the glance of 
H.P.B. had penetrated and destroyed the personality that I had been up to 
that moment : a process, new, strange, inexplicable, but most real, effectual 
and undeniable, was accomplished in the innermost recess of my moral and 
spiritual nature. The transformation took place, and from that moment the old 
personality, with its ideas, tendencies, and prejudices more or less ingrained, 
disappeared. I shall not try to explain this seemingly startling fact, which 
like all others is based on the great law of Karma ; but never will it be 
erased from my memory. Every time I saw H.P.B., my affection, loyalty 
and admiration for her increased. To her I owe all that I know, for both 
mental tranquillity and moral equilibriimi were attained on making her 
acquaintance. She gave me hope for the future ; she inspired me with her 
own noble and devoted principles, and transformed my everyday existence 
by holding up a high ideal of life for attainment ; the ideal being the chief 
object of the Theosophical Society, i.e,, to work for the good and well being 
of humanity. 

Her death was a bitter grief to me, as to all those who are working for 
the common cause, Theosophy, and who having known her personally, have 
contracted a debt of undying gratitude towards her. 

I have lost my Friend and Teacher, who purified my life, who gave me 
back my faith in Humanity, and in her admirable example of courage, self- 
sacrifice, and disinterestedness, and virtue, I shall find the strength and 
courage necessary for working for that cause which we are all bound to defend. 

May her memory be blessed ! 

These, dear brethren and friends, are the few words which I wished to 
say to you, greatly desiring to declare before you all that I shall never 
forget what I owe to H. P. Blavatsky. 

Let enemies and materialists explain, if they can, the power and 
attraction of H.P.B. , and if they cannot, let them be silent. 

The tree will be known by its fruits, as actions will be judged and valued 
by their results. 

JosE XlFRfe. 
(Translated fro^n the Spanish,) 

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'^ht ^ttss. 

URING the last month we have simply been inundated with cuttings. 
Upwards of 500 have been received from Great Britain alone ; in 
fact the whole press of the country has had something to say of 
H.P.B. and Theosophy. The majority of the cuttings are favourable and 
many papers re-produced the life of H.P.B. from Alcn and Women of the 
Time, A few were eulogistic and some had the bad taste to vilify the dead, 
heaping on her the most shocking imputations. With regard to these the 
following protest was drawn up and appeared in quite a host ot papers : 

'* We, the undersigned members of the Theosophical Society, who have 
known intimately the late H. P. Blavatsky, have read with surprise and 
disgust the extraordinary and baseless falsehoods concerning her life and 
moral character circulated by a portion of the press. 

** We do not propose to attempt any answer in detail to libels as 
monstrous as they are vile, libels which deal, moreover, with supposed 
events laid in distant quarters of the world, without any evidence being 
adduced to substantiate the allegations. Is it right, even for the sake of 
soiling a dead woman's memory, to ignore the ordinary rule of law that the 
ofius of proof lies on the accuser ? W'hat character can be safe if any 
unsupported slander is to be taken for proved fact ? We content ourselves 
with staking our honour and reputation on the statement that her character 
was of an exceptionally pure and lofty type, that her life was unsullied and 
her integrity spotless. It is because we know this that we were and are 
proud to follow her guidance, and we desire to place on public record the 
fact that we owe to her the noblest inspirations of our lives. 

" As regards the curious idea that Madame Blavatsky 's death has given 
rise to any contest for her * vacant place ', will you permit us to say that 
the organization of the Theosophical Society remains unaffected by her 
death. In conjunction with Col. H. S. Olcott, the President of the Society, 
and Mr. William Q. Judge, a prominent New York lawyer, Vice-President 
and leader of the movement in America, Madame Blavatsky was the 
founder of the Theosophical Society, and this is a position that cannot well 
be carried either by a coup d'etat or otherwise. Madame Blavatsky was 
Corresponding Secretary of the Society, a purely honorary post, which, 
under the constitution, it is unnecessary to fill at her decease. During the 
last six months, in consequence of the growth of the Society, she temporarily 
exercised the presidential authority in Europe by delegation from Colonel 
Olcott, in order to facilitate the transaction of business, and with her death 
the delegation naturally becomes void. 

" Her great position in the movement was due to her knowledge, to 
her ability, to her unswerving loyalty, not to the holding of office ; and the 
external organization remains practically untouched. Her special function 
was that of teacher, and he or she who would fill her place must have her 

(Signed) ** Annie Besant. 

** C. Carter Blake, Doc. Sci. 

** Herbert Burrows. 

** Laura M. Cooper. 

** Isabel Cooper-Oakley. 

** Archibald Keightley, M.B. (Cantab,)